Splinters of bone struck the wall. Tool staggered back, crashing against the stone, sword falling from his hands, ringing on the flagstones. Mok raised both weapons— —and flew to one side, through the air, spinning, weapons sailing from his hands – to collide with a wall, then slide in a heap among shattered wood and metal. Tool raised his head. A huge black panther, lips peeled back in a silent snarl, slowly padded towards the unconscious Seguleh. ‘No, sister.’ The Soletaken hesitated, then glanced back. ‘No. Leave him.’ The panther swung round, sembled. Yet the rage remained in Kilava’s eyes
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