"So… you know how I didn't really use my falchion in yesterday's battle and just led our unit from the back?" I asked to no one in particular.
Luckily, Edo was in earshot of me, and asked the follow-up, "Yeah, so?"
"I'm really making up for it now, aren't I?" I asked.
My falchion sang as it cut through the air and into the neck of the salamander warrior that had blocked my path.
Two-hundred elite bodyguards from Amon's personal unit — all of them badass looking salamanders whose shadowblades had been augmented by fire spirits — had come to block our path half a distance away from the basecamp of the general whose head I wanted to claim.
And because of the fiery nature of these salamanders, the air in front of us was so hot you'd feel like you were facing off against a furnace. It made it hard to breathe.
Still, we pressed on, with me, Edo, Thom, and Thor in the lead while our handpicked soldiers gathered around us.
