The fight begun.
Steel met steel in a frenzy of sparks and shouts. A northerner leaped the gap and crashed into me. We grappled on the edge, his hands around my throat. I drove my knee up hard and shoved him backward into empty air. His scream cut off against the rocks far below.
Darius fought like a machine beside me, never wasting a movement. Kane worked the flanks, picking off anyone who gained footing. Rylan held the center of the bridge, axe rising and falling in brutal rhythm that cleared space faster than they could fill it.
The bridge groaned under the weight of bodies and desperation. We gave ground inch by inch, making them earn every foot. Arrows whistled from both sides. Men fell into the black void between us. The sound of their impacts echoed up the gorge walls.
