CHAPTER 11
Gwen
The figure exploded into motion.
He lifted the sword in an overhead chop, bringing the blade down toward Gwen. She rolled aside at the last second and scrambled to her feet, rushing to the other side of the tent. The assassin came after her, wildly swinging his blade, the sword smashing into everything around him.
Gwen turned to face him and summoned the magic of her speed runes. “Luas,” she spoke its name, then charged ahead, slamming into the assassin. They both went flying, crashing into the center poles of the tent. They splintered under the force and the canvas collapsed on top of them.
A cry of alarm echoed through the camp, followed by shouts and the sound of steel ringing upon steel. Gwen crawled under the material, trying to navigate her way to freedom. She he
