Justice~
Brynmohr o’Berwyn
Dundarien, Aleron
Brynmohr leaped from the Dundarien gate. Rosalee lay slumped against a pillar. Gaven Buchanan knelt beside her. Brynmohr lurched for his back, and Rosalee screamed a warning.
Brynmohr charged, sword clenched in both hands, and swung for the man’s skull. Gaven twisted and lunged for Brynmohr’s knees. The clang of steel reverberated off the stone beside Rosalee’s feet as Brynmohr missed his mark. His daughter recoiled from him.
Gaven tucked his shoulder, rolled away, and rose with his sword drawn. The muscles in the man’s neck stretched taut as he rushed at Brynmohr, slashing away. His sword scraped Brynmohr’s breastplate in a shower of sparks. Brynmohr jabbed under his backswing, slicing through sleeve and flesh. A scarlet ribbon welled on t
