Master Long's sense of time was always a little skewed, and the party of raiders was farther ahead of him than he thought. It took them nearly a week to catch up.
"There's only three of them," Master Long whispered, as he slid off the horse. He slipped off the bridle and repeated the foreign command that rendered the horse untouchable. "It shouldn't be hard for us to take them."
Emilian rubbed his hands on his thighs in anticipation. "There is only one problem," he reminded Long, "Neither of us has any weapon."
Master long scoffed. "Your body is the weapon, remember your training."
