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From Hammer of the Gods: I thought I’d better continue with Braeden’s story, since he’s in a lot of trouble right now. After Franca warned him that he was going to be pursued, Braeden took off into the woods with Karil, a boy he’s been traveling with. They evaded, then successfully fought enemy troops while hoping to make the border, where a friendly army is waiting. But now they’ve been caught by Oricians, light cavalry known for being excellent trackers and brutal fighters. Karil’s been shot in the leg, Braeden in the right shoulder, and he thinks this might be the end. Somewhat edited and creatively punctuated from the published version:
Braeden felt bad about Karil, but reckoned this was the perfect way for a fighter to meet his death. Especially against a pack of ferocious Oricians; no shame in that,and far better than facing an executioner. He used his good arm to pull the dagger out of his boot; he’d take one more down with him before the end.
Braeden struggled to his feet, and looked for Karil, who’d dragged himself against a tree and sat there, still holding a sword. Another horseman came toward him, and Braeden stepped in his path. The arm holding the dagger wasn’t as strong as his right, but it was strong enough to catch the saber’s blade with the dagger, dragging it aside, then slashing at the horseman’s leg. It didn’t stop him, but it got him out of the way. “Give me the sword, Karil,” Braeden said, handing him the dagger, and feeling lightheaded for the first time.
“You’re bleeding an awful lot,” Karil said, “I don’t—” Another pistol-shot interrupted him, but this one came from another direction, and the Orician–turning to face Braeden again–toppled out of the saddle.
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