Bab 290: A Shard Of Wrath - Part 1

The jet of water carved through a destroyed nest and into the snow-covered shore as all three women dodged.

Well, Amarena and Darlae dodged. Brigit got picked up and carried away by her hulking elven wife when she froze in the face of the scything death-water that carved a half-measure-deep line in the stony ground.

As soon as she locked eyes with the matron joermagr, Amarena felt a familiar burning in her chest. The self-loathing of her weakness in the presence of a true monster, a monster who dwarfed her with its size and strength...

A vow crawled out of her lips as she braced on hands and feet.

"I will have my sword back you bitch!" She took off at a sprint, her chest half-lowered to the ground as she held her borrowed blades in a reverse grip, leaving the Gale wives to fight the males, who were still awkwardly trying to fight their way closer to them.

"We need a plan!" She heard Brigit shout but ignored her.