Chapter Twenty Four: EnemiesAll four of them had hit the ground running. They had appeared five foot in the air, half way up the slope of the valley. Unfortunately, now two hundred yards closer to the bridge, they had found themselves surrounded by about a dozen blood hungry guards. Sprinting up the bank, chased by a flock of red tabards waving weapons, Ger-Val was in his element. Gulping air and striding forward, pressing the advantage of his very long legs, he was nearly at the top gorge. Above him, angry guards were reaching over the edge of the cavern, swiping at him ineffectually with their swords. Revelling in their infuriation, he taunted them by dodging in and out of reach. He flung a long arm up and grabbed a sword blade. With a mighty tug, he pulled the soldier off balance and se
