Ollea heaved herself on to her back, into a painful sitting position. Grimacing, she closed her fingers over the hilt of the blade protruding from her leg and pulled with all her strength, nearing fainting from the pain as it slid out.
The man was lying, she could hear the lie in his voice. He was only trying to press for time while he assesed his situation. Her sword lay inches from her hand. Thorndruin saw where she was looking and kicked it away, sneering. "We'll have none of that now, spy."
Before Thorndruin's eyes had registered movement his own blade sank its burning steel claw into his shoulder. Another dagger from her belt was drawn, and Ollea used her other hand to painfully raise herself to her feet, supporting herself against a tree and on her uninjured leg. Her cover was blown. If he wanted a fight, then she would show him one. Ollea's eyes burned blue fire. She silently called to her horse that had been hiding in the forest, but it would take him a few minutes to reach this place. She remained silent, getting ready for the eminent onslaught.
But where were the others? Dineniel was getting horses, but where was the other? Though not knowing bothered her still, it was not a priorty. Staying alive for the next few minutes was.
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