‘You wish to know my name?’ he spat, lashing out wildly, catching his enemy as he tried to match the pace. ‘Tamu, of the plains.’ The blades flew, flailing trails of plasma. ‘Tachseer, of the Legion.’ The speed ramped up, the impacts ramped up, the world dissolved into a haze around them. ‘Shiban Khan, of the Brotherhood of the Storm.’
Shiban
