But another Warsword was already there. Torj’s large frame engulfed Thea as he stood close behind her, nudging her feet apart with his own, his front pressed to her back as he widened her stance. The Bear Slayer’s arms closed over Thea’s as he adjusted her grip on her blades — ‘That’s not how it’s done,’ Wilder growled before he even realised he was standing beside them.
