Chapter 13
FarisYears of experience let Faris and Perrigaul move in sync without speaking. They took the hapless guard’s blaster and baton.
More guards arrived, wearing their bright blue coats. The uniforms bore the signs of use. The people who wore them were more than a show of strength. They enforced the warlord’s law.
Good. Faris appreciated the challenge.
The guards fought with skill, but Faris fought better. From his youngest days, he had been trained for battle, then served for years in the Imperial military. One guard or three made no difference. They were bullies, relying on superior weaponry and numbers.
A solid blow between his shoulders sent him stumbling. The old wound howled with pain. He blocked and danced out of the way. Perrigaul fought alongside him until he no longer
