“You go, go, go, I ain’t landing ‘til we’re out of here,” he called back. She laughed again and stowed what he realized was a sling at her belt. That was why the guard had fallen, she’d gotten him in the wing, and a sling bullet could crack bone, especially an avian’s hollow bones. They were stronger than one might suspect but were particularly subject to that kind of concentrated impact.
She spurred the horse towards the edge of town, and Kelwyn kept pace above her, though he could have outpaced her easily. But she hadn’t left him when he’d been in trouble, and he wasn’t going to leave her either. He decided, though, as they fled out of town, that he was going to have to improve his weapons skills. He knew a little knife fighting, and that was all. If he kept up this job—and he fully int
