Chapter TwentyMelcorka heard the Thiruzha war cry, and the resonant crash of feet, followed by the crisp yell of disciplined orders. Kosala stepped aside as a flight of arrows hissed past him. Some found targets in the slaves that crowded the guardroom. Men screamed in pain or shouted in shock or sheer frustration, and a few hefted their makeshift weapons and rushed past Kosala toward the Thiruzhas.
'Get the Seagate open!' Melcorka pulled a slave back. 'Keep turning the crank! Don't stop. Kosala and I will deal with the Thiruzhas.'
Unsheathing Defender, Melcorka stepped toward the doorway. Kosala was already there, peering past the mob of slaves with his sword held across his chest.
'How many?' Melcorka asked.
'I can't tell.' Kosala flicked an arrow from the air with his sword. 'I can
