Gareth's sword crashed against the warrior's sword, the impact sending sparks flying. In one swift move, he twisted, kicking the intruder back with a force that slammed him against the wall.
The leader of the intruders narrowed his eyes at Turai, the recognition flickering. "So, you're one of the famed Wanderers of Hazorh. I'd heard you might come looking."
"Then you've heard wrong," Turai said, his voice as sharp as his blade. "I'm not just here to look."
Without another word, he lunged, his sword flashing toward the leader in a swift arc. The leader dodged, but not fast enough—Turai's blade grazed his arm, drawing a thin line of blood.
"You're not getting out of here alive," Turai added, his voice cold and unyielding.
The battle didn't even last ten minutes before it came to an end.