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Guess he knows the rules, too.

“It’s not me you should worry about today,” Xaden responds and Sgaeyl
tilts her head, nothing but menace in her eyes when I glance over.

“You really going to do this?” I ask Tynan. “Attack a squadmate?”

“Squads don’t mean shit today,” he seethes, menace curling his lips into a
sinister smile.

“So I guess that’s a no on the flying?” I toss over my shoulder again, and

the golden dragon chuffs low in its throat in response. “Great. Well, if you
can back me up with those claws, I’d really appreciate it.”

It chuffs twice, and I spare a glance down at its claws.

Or should I say…paws.
“Oh, fucking hell. You don’t have any claws?”

I turn back to the three men just as Jack roars a battle cry and sprints
toward me. I don’t hesitate. I whip my blade across the rapidly closing

space between us, and the dagger finds its mark in the shoulder of his sword

arm. His sword falls as he hits his knees, crying out this time in pain.
Good.

But Oren and Tynan have charged at the same time, and they’re almost on
me. I fling my second dagger at Tynan and catch him in the thigh, slowing

but not stopping him.

Oren swings for my neck and I duck, unsheathing another blade and
slicing him along the ribs just like I did during our challenge. My ankle

isn’t going to let me kick, or even land a decent punch, so it’s up to my

blades.
He recovers quickly and pivots with the sword, catching me at my

stomach in a clean slice that would eviscerate me if not for Mira’s armor.

Instead, the blade skims the scales, sliding right off me.
“What the hell?” Oren’s eyes fly wide.

“She’s destroyed my shoulder!” Jack cries, stumbling to his feet and
distracting the others. “I can’t move it!” He clutches the joint, and I grin.