“I have faith in you.”
Margo grinned as she swivelled the arbalest, ready to loose once they were within range. Danica clenched her fists so hard, her fingernails dug into her palms. To relieve the stress, she shook her hands, trying to concentrate on the enemy fleet.
Sister Margo interrupted her focus. “Which ship do I target?”
“That one.” Danica pointed at the centre vessel where enemy archers were crammed into the forecastle, ready to release a volley. “But let them get closer.”
The other knights readied crossbows as the trio of warships kept advancing until they could make out faces on the Halvarian decks. A yell drifted across the water, and then a cloud of arrows flew forth, clattering to the deck and bouncing off armour. Danica felt an arrowhead graze her leg but didn’t let it d
