ing how he loved to talk； she'd lulled him with conversation and took him by surprise。
The long； thin…bladed sword hurtled across the room toward Pharaun's chest。 He frantically shifted to the side； and the point plunged into his left forearm instead。 For a second； he couldn't feel the puncture； and it flared with pain。
He had to immobilize the weapon or it would pull itself free and attack again。 He grabbed hold of the blade with his right hand； and it sliced into his palm。 A rapier was made for thrusting； but it had sharp edges even so。 Sharp enough； anyway。
At the same instant； Greyanna cast off the blanket and snatched a mace from behind her chair。 She jumped up and charged。
Pharaun narrowly dodged her first swing； then threw himself against her； ramming her with his shoulder。 The impact knocked her stumbling backward。
It didn't hurt her； though。 She laughed and advanced on him a