“We need more bandoleers,” I said.
While I searched for them he began unloading one of the crates. I winced at the quiet clink as he set each grenade on the stone floor. He hefted the crate and tilted it from side to side to make sure that the remaining grenades would not shift and explode while he ran.
“Hurry, Firecaller,” he said from the doorway. “We have little time.”
He left me there, but survived only three steps into the main room of the armory.
Power rippled. Sorcery hissed and cracked. Thunder pounded my ears, rattled my ribs, shook the world around me. My nose filled with smoke and plaster dust. My ears rang and my limbs shook. I lay sprawled amid grenades. They clinked together as they rolled across the floor.
My heart stuttered in my chest. My lungs burned. I stifled a g
