Probability Is Not a Toy
They camped in a valley.
At midnight, assassins came, human assassins.
Masked.
Silent.
Coordinated.
Lyra woke first, "Movement."
Darius rolled up instantly.
Borin grabbed his hammer.
The lion yawned.
Twenty assassins descended in perfect silence.
Sam opened one eye, "Humans now?"
The assassins attacked simultaneously, Lyra parried, Darius countered, Borin laughed and swung his hammer like a falling building.
Sam sat up, and he reached out gently.
Probability shifted.
Assassins tripped.
Blades slipped.
One carefully thrown dagger curved mid-air and bonked its owner on the forehead.
Lyra stared, "Stop doing that!"
"It's efficient."
The final assassin froze mid-lunge.
Sam looked at him and asked, "Who sent you?"
The assassin trembled, "The Royal Court… fears destabilization…"
Sam blinked, "I destabilized nothing."
Darius coughed, "The mountain tilt?"
"That was minor."
The assassin fainted.
Borin grinned, "You just bullied probability."
"I nudged it."
"That's worse."
Sam lay back down.
"I am not getting involved in politics."
The others exchanged looks.
They had a feeling he already was.