Chapter Thirty-Five
Attack
The air resounded with screams. As they drew closer to the conflict, they heard the squeal of horses, the clash of metal upon metal, and cries of the wounded or dying.
Atty reached the open grassland before Fortune, her Ballock in her good hand. She skidded to a stop just long enough to get a good look at the situation, then plunged into the fight between a Hassee on horseback and a warrior trying to pull him from the saddle. The warrior had lost his weapon, and was trying to dodge the enemy’s sword as the horse pivoted around in circles. The moment she saw an opening, she lunged at the Hassee’s other side and dug the dagger into the man’s calf. The Hasseen shrieked and turn to bring his sword down on her. Atty deftly pulled out her dagger and stepped away jus
