CHAPTER TEN
“Let me get this straight,” Axel said. “You raced against the lieutenant of the Krosguard, fell off Quickpaw because Thornfang tried to bite him, tried to catch up by riding next to the top of the hill, fell and slid down the hill towards your death, leapt off a fallen log, landed on Quickpaw, told him to jump across, took a massive shortcut because of that, and won the race.”
“Kind of.”
“And then fainted?”
“Yeah.”
Axel blinked, astonished.
“You’re… going to need to give me a few minutes on that one.”
Hours after the first session of training, the lieutenant finally permitted them a measly 20-minute break back at the settlement. They all had traipsed back to the town of Ignatius’ Mount, the marginally smaller group splitting up to spend their precious time on different a
