Aurelius watched the guards rush at him with weapons raised.
The rage burned through his veins, demanding blood, but he forced it down. Jordan's laughter echoed from near the vault entrance where he'd positioned himself to watch the show.
The first guard lunged with a silver blade aimed at his throat. Aurelius moved, his body reacting before his mind caught up. The blade missed by inches. His foot shot out, catching the second guard in the chest and sending him crashing into the wall.
Another blade came at him. He ducked, rolled, came up alert. His movements felt faster than they should be, sharper, like the sword was guiding his body through each motion.
But the rage kept building. It wanted him to stop dodging and start killing. Wanted him to paint the walls with their blood.
He gri
