Trals Scarback did not have the luxury of stopping to watch Njrea trail fire down the black dome of the sky. Her companion, the man, had finally decided to leave the safety of the Ship of Years and join Trals in combat. Now the foreigner closed, eyes wide, pale face stretched in a scream. His black paarsoot shimmering with fire and steam, he moved with unnatural flickering speed, hands swelling as his serrated arms rose, claws reaching to grapple with the Trals. Foolish monster.
Slavers milled about in confusion while Trals widened his stance and focused his attention. No less sharp than his mind rose the mighty sword Vritai.
Trals dodged aside just before the paarsoot man could hit him. The black whirlwind shot past, swerved about, and brought up his arms just in time to save his face f
