Three heavy iron pikes slammed against the narrow stone neck of the approach bridge, their pointed tips scraping sparks across the granite balustrades as the disciplinary enforcers charged in tight formation.
Edric did not give an inch of the narrow bridge road.
Gideon and Mara anchored the center, their star-iron pavises locked edge to edge to choke the narrow bottleneck, leaving barely a foot of clearance on either flank where the stone fell sheer into the misty gorge below. The lead enforcer thrust a heavy polearm toward Edric’s throat, putting the full momentum of his sprint behind the strike, but the young spearman shifted his weight back half a step to let the steel glide harmlessly past his collar.
In the same fluid breath, Edric rotated his wrists, bringing the thunder-iron shaf
