Chapter Eleven
“Drop him, you fool!” Karceoles yelled into the wind as he turned in his saddle to face Searon.
Searon ignored the wizard as he wielded his claymore with one hand. He kept the other secure around the human in the saddle in front of him. The weight from the large sword nearly threw him off balance. His attacks were slower than normal with a higher focus on defensive parries rather than offensive strikes.
His body felt weary as he moved around in a flow of defensive maneuvers against the amassing draeyks. He wasn’t at his full strength after what Arria had done to him, but he didn’t let it show. The muscles in his arms ached greater than they ever had. He clenched his teeth hard to distract himself from the pain. He knew he was still stronger than the creatures he faced—men
