r cast another knife, hilt-first, and the hard pommel felled one of the Steelhawks. More Vadiya would be circling already, perhaps leaving just enough in the alley in an attempt to pin Luis down.
“Rest,” Vantinio cried, stepping before Luis and catching a sword on his own, plugging the alley.
Luis fell back, chest-heaving. His jaw was clenched but he seemed well enough. Never caught his friend, looking to Tsolde. “This is our chance. Go,” he hissed.
“But...” Tsolde looked to Vantinio.
Never gave her a push. “We may not get another. West, toward the foothills.”
Luis set off and Never followed, glancing over his shoulder when they paused to climb through a ruin. Vantinio held his own, using the narrow confines well, but how long would he last?
“Not my problem,” Never growled to himself
