The General, closing the distance between them and blocking his opponent’s weapon, changed his grip on his sword and thrust it with great force through the god’s breastplate, driving his blade almost up to the hilt into the heavily-armored foe’s flesh.
“Quickly!” Shakh, who had risen to his feet, urged him. “To the walls!”
Hadjar used the weight of the falling body as he pushed down with his foot, freeing his sword from the grip of the enemy’s dead flesh. Then he, Shakh, and a dozen other deserter dwellers, charged up the stairs.
For a moment, when they found themselves inside the tower, they were cut off from the sounds of the battle raging within the city. But this did not confuse them in the least.
Climbing the narrow, spiraling stone staircase, where only two people could fit side
