The weapons seemed to be a natural part of the man’s persona, showing that heknew how to use them. Serena watched as azure beams streaked from the consuls’ hands and into the night. Suddenly an azure bolt came tearing his way. “Steady…”Forty meters to the Recluse, Tristan guessed.
“You’re already forgiven,” he said, “just as I hope you can forgive me for breaking our accord. He reached behind hisright shoulder and produced a throwing knife. Several more ribs snapped, and both his shoulders dislocated. As he did, another question came to Tristan.
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