“Billy!” shouted one of the thugs alerted by the mage’s shout.
Cydonia looked back at him with the corner of her eyes. He had his dagger drawn.
There was one more. she thought.
In that moment, she spotted something to the left. It was an old round shield probably looted from some poor adventurer. If it didn’t have those rusted iron wraps along its edge, she would have mistaken it for an ordinary barrel lid.
It could come in handy. she thought and jumped after it.
The thief went after Cydonia, trying to go for a stab in the back, but she grabbed the shield and turned around just in time to block the sharp blade. Sparks flew as the metal struck the iron center and then the edges.
For some weird reason, the man still believed he held the upper hand in this battle. His grinning mug made her puke, so she pushed back, showing him just how much of an advantage he actually had. The grown man fell on his behind, and before he had a chance to recover, the Seraphim slashed his throat open with the sharp point of her sword.
The man was done for, but Cydonia kept her guard up until he gave his last breath. Meanwhile, Billy, the Evil Mage, didn’t stand and wait for his end. With his last remaining strength, he summoned a familiar: a vicious black wolf.
“Now, you die!” foretold the mage.
“By the gods!” said the Seraphim surprised.
The wolf growled, baring his teeth at her and taking a step closer while Billy grinned up to his ears.