g up to meet him – and pulled up out of his dive at the last moment, twisting in the air to wheel around the steel trunk.
Snow had matched his move, staying close behind. Never swooped low and this time he hit the ground running, stirring dust as he slid to a halt. He ripped his own Amouni blade free and caught Snow’s first blow.
Another explosion of blue sparks as their swords crossed.
Snow’s face was a snarling mess, his ice-blue eyes were aglow, a stark contrast to the triumph, and even joy, Never had seen before. “Give them to me.”
“I cannot.” Never hurled his brother back, but Snow adjusted his wings, keeping his balance.
Snow charged on, unleashing a flurry of sword strokes that tore at the very air. Never struggled to keep up, driven back across the stones. He continued to give
