Gril jerked to the side when his former mate threw a series of blades. One of the blades sliced a deep cut along his bicep. He rolled when she threw several more. He dropped his rifle and pulled two of his own blades.
Dev had disappeared in the fog. He rolled and stood up with his back against the trunk of a dead tree. He ignored the blood running down his arm, reassured by the familiar weight of the blades in his hands.
“Why, Dev? You wanted your freedom—I gave it to you,” Gril called out.
“Do you think this is about you and me, Gril? This is about something much larger than either of us,” Dev scoffed.
Gril turned and threw one of his blades. He heard Dev hiss. He threw another slightly to the left. This time, there was no mistaking the sound of it hitting flesh.
“That will cost you,
