He needed both hands to fight. Holding the stick like a sword, Hadjar lunged forward, as the Master had taught him, aiming for the dog’s eye. Unfortunately, he missed and struck the animal’s ear instead.
The hound howled and, shaking its head, nearly ripped the ‘weapon’ from the Prince’s hands. He staggered, but kept his balance and managed to stay where he was.
He couldn’t back away. Behind him, or rather beneath him, his sister lay curled up. His precious little sister.
“Come on then,” the child Prince growled, grabbing the stick more tightly. “I’ll take you all down. Every last one of you.”
The dogs didn’t make him wait long. The first to jump was the one he’d wounded in the ear. Blood trickled down its shoulders, and that gave Hadjar confidence.
But just like last time, he didn’t
