Mitra didn’t fight him much, focusing instead on looking for the other ubir. She could see them on the other side of the island, some of whom were already fighting and bickering. It was no wonder that under normal circumstances, the ubir rarely grouped up into more than twos or threes. They used their abilities against each other to provoke one another. Mitra couldn’t imagine being that bloodthirsty all the time and briefly wondered if they would have chosen this life again had they known what it would entail. Would they have chosen to stay in Rhapta instead?
The man pulled Mitra along and she looked up into the trees and was relieved that she didn’t see Basma, or anyone else, hiding up there. The wind from one of the ubir thrashed through the leaves and made the branches sway violently.
