WHOOSH-SLASH!
Before the blade could touch the warrior's neck, a silver streak flashed through the humid air.
Zeyra materialized from the warrior's blind spot like a striking shadow.
Her right dagger swept upward in a clean, effortless arc that severed the woman's wrist in mid-swing.
Without breaking her momentum, Zeyra spun on the ball of her foot, driving her left dagger straight through the woman's collarbone, pinning her to the damp wooden wall of the hut.
"They're completely mad!" Zeyra spat coldly, wrenching her blade free and kicking the body down into the canal. Her dark eyes swept the surrounding rooftops, where several more figures were scrambling across the thatched reeds with throwing spears. "Even their weavers and cooks are trying to take our heads!"
Beside her, Kira drew her short hunting bow in rapid, fluid motions.
THWIP. THWIP. THWIP.
Three feather-fletched arrows left her string in the span of two heartbeats.
