The wind smelled of terror and threat. As Mave and Erys sped up, she could feel her heart striking faster and faster against her chest. The third bastion was only a few minutes away, and she suspected that there would be more hunters, including Grand Hunter Lorath, waiting for them. But then she thought; they couldn’t storm the bastion head on without any plans. So she tried to think of the best way to pull this off.
“You’re joking,” Erys said after hearing out her plan.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” she replied. “I’m well aware of Grand Lorath’s sword style. I’ve seen him fight in a tournament before in Ravareth.”
He looked at her with worry. “But your arm …”
“I can still move it a bit,” Mave said, though the pain would severe, she had to endure. “I can hold him off while you go and sa
