The first Thrasher tried to go after Lauren but Kiah moved fast, intercepting it with a powerful swing of her labrys, aiming to cleave it in half. But the creature twisted, slipping past the blade with inhuman grace.
She cursed under her breath, but there was no time to dwell. Both thrashers lunged at her from opposite sides, forcing her to pivot and weave between their slashing claws.
The two degenerates were more than a head taller than her, and well built.
Sweat beaded along her brow, and her heart raced.
Fallowmere's report had mentioned three degenerates. One had been killed before they arrived, which should've left two across three rebels. What were the odds that those two landed in her lap at once?
No — wait.
Kiah's eyes narrowed. She had heard the bells from the south, and Anwyll had mentioned another thrasher. That meant attacks were happening everywhere.
This meant Fallowmere's count had been wrong. And now Owen was dead laying lifeless on the floor.
