T25.79 The Lancebearer, Part 2.15
Domel felt his gaunleted hand touch flesh, and as his weight moved forwards the tribesperson began to fall, crashing onto the brick floor of the battlements.
A shout of pain escaped, as Domel now attempted to restrain the invader who began to struggle.
Now up close, Domel saw the furious frown of a young woman who reached for the sheathed dagger hanging from the belt around her torso.
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