[KAEL — POV]
He went through the window sideways, hit the roof tiles, and rolled hard into the parapet before he got his feet under him.
Two of them already up here. He had half a second before they oriented.
He used it.
The first one went over the edge before they fully understood what was happening—not killed, just removed from the problem, and Kael heard them hit the lower roof and stop. The second was better. The second had a blade in each hand and a stance that said I've done this, and for three seconds they went at each other in the cold dark above the Noctis quarter with nothing but the sound of steel and breathing and the city below them not knowing or caring.
Kael caught a blade across the forearm. It burned, which meant silver-edged, and he thought: yes, of course, and used
