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