He jumped back, trying to buy himself some time to assess the situation, but Freya didn’t allow him that luxury. She lunged forward again, hiding behind her swirling shield, and at the last second before her strike landed, she folded it and delivered a thrust, this time not aimed at his chainmail, but at Hadjar’s chest.
The rapier plunged a good half an inch into his muscles, and the General, who’d barely managed to strike at the base of her blade to deflect it somewhat, retreated. How Freya, hidden as she was behind her swirling velvet shield, could see where he was and time her attacks so precisely, the General didn’t know...
He backed into a wall. A mirrored wall. In which everything that happened was reflected. He looked at the opposite row of mirrors and saw Freya watching him. Thro
