Chapter Thirty-Four
Talon
Talon stood beside Brianne as they waited with a group of soldiers for the word to attack. His sword was still sheathed, but he was ready to draw it, his hand resting on the hilt. Around him stood men and women with wings at rest, all wearing one of the backless vests like he’d been given. It had taken less time than he’d expected to gather the soldiers and get them into position for the attack, less than an hour, impressing him with how well organised the Caelian army was.
The moment the call went out he drew his sword, looking forward to his first battle in years. He raced forward with the soldiers attacking on foot, the aerial squads already above with bows drawn. Swinging his sword at the Prilonian that attacked him, Talon quickly disarmed the robed figure,
