T25.82 The Lancebearer, Part 2.19
"Go, now!" a deep voice barked from ahead as Domel rolled to a crouching position and looked towards the source of the voice.
As he readied the middle stance position the point of the meager dirk straight ahead, the sight of a lanky, turbaned young man came into his view.
His body lacked much bulk and seemed too weak to handle the large halberd which Domel cast aside earlier while attempting to restrain the invader who was by now rapidly growing in distance from him.
I made the wrong call - Domel thought as he felt perspiration roll down his forehead while studying his new adversary.
This new person was clearly out of breath.
Which meant that the opportunity was now.
Without a second thought, Domel stepped forwards the moment he saw the young man in the middle of exhalation.
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