The adjudicator’s attack turned more heads. By then, he was sailing through the air to enter the fray directly, an invisible wall of energy surrounding his body to deflect any attacks directed his way. Maybe it was the display that he put on in the first seconds of his entrance, or maybe the enemy recognized him, but as soon as he managed to come close, they were already running. One of the women, hidden behind a triple-stacked wall of crates, gave a call in the Sloanish language. Without the reticence for retreat that Rain had seen in other warriors, the women broke off their attack and began to run for the exits. Rain wasn’t ready to let them go, but when he landed near his two guardsmen where the fighting had been the toughest, the prone body of Prince Ulanain cut off any thoughts that
