Then they heard more boots stomping down the hallway toward the door.
“Your time is up!” Parson cried. “Break that door open!”
Something struck the door.
Fire.
The doors went up in flames.
The magical field surrounding the door flashed and dissipated.
Everyone in the room gasped.
Olivier drew his sword. The soldiers followed.
“We fight for the king!” Olivier shouted.
“We fight for the kingdom!” Albert shouted.
They focused on the door.
WHAM!
The doors buckled.
WHAM!
The impact dislodged the locks.
Olivier’s eyes widened.
One more blow, and…
POW!
The doors splintered open and slid across the tiled floor.
The dust settled.
Olivier’s heart thumped. His hand quivered on the hilt of his sword as he gripped it tightly.
“Stay out!” Olivier cried. “We’re armed and we’ll fight
