How did this tikurro know me?
He had a distinct ferocious angular face. He held a spear and hurled it to me. It was strong, fast and sure aimed at my chest but I was able to bend backward and caught it with one hand. When he had another one fired at me, I jumped off the horse and flipped in the air, throwing the spear back and aiming his head. He was fast to dodge and ran toward me with such agility as I balanced myself on the slope.
I took the Zao’chay that rested on my back and his eyes went round upon seeing it. That only meant he knew the sword. I smirked, a lopsided one, while staring at his horrified face.
“Get back! Get back!” he shouted at his underlings.
But Shamaro or the Urigge wouldn’t let them get away, of course. Even my winds attacked them when they were done impaling o
