"Thank the Gods you're still kicking," he said. "Seems you've worked a bit of a miracle in my absence."
"Cut them down," Beam said calmly. Judas managed to spare him a glance in response, even as he wrestled against his opponent. His ears widened, as did his grin. He felt the fire that filled his chest, and the renewed strength that filled his limbs.
"Gods be damned, the boy's only gone and grown again," Judas said, as he struggled against the man and his incoming axe. "I suppose that means I need to get my act together..." He gritted his teeth, and with a roar of effort, he forced the man off him.
A second later, his spear went speeding forward, slamming itself into the man's gut, sneaking just under the raised shield. "Damn you," Judas said, wearing his finest smile, as the Yarmdon glared at him with hate-filled eyes.
