To the far west of Ravine Fort, El'von bore a tight frown at the two Sword Maids barring his path. He could count on one hand the number of people who'd dared to cross the path of a squad of Trow. And the two before him was not one of them.
"Nia was right," Talia said, savoring her lips. "They were here."
Vaiga grimaced and slid Shadowclaw from its scabbard. The blade appeared to dim the sun, shrouded by the aura of the Hells. "Shut up and draw your sword," she said sharply.
Talia took no offense to her words, gliding Endymion out of its cage. She grinned savagely.
It had been a while since she had gotten the chance to bathe herself red, and she would not miss such an opportunity, Talia decided.
