Adae slipped under the blade and sliced Azar’s arms.
“No!” I rushed for Adae.
The wicked bastard sidestepped and came at me from behind.
I got Adae’s blade on my shoulder. A sharp pain burst through me.
Azar took over, allowing me to recover.
Azar slashed. Adae jumped over the sword and poked the side of Azar’s face. Blood trickled from his cheek.
Fireballs rained down on the hallway. Azar, me, and even Adae jumped out of the way. The only thing that comforted me was the those balls belonged to my fire sorcerers.
Azar and I kneeled and hid in the corner.
I searched for Adae. “Do you see him?”
“Not yet.” Azar rose.
I looked through the crowd of fighting people.
The warriors sliced and diced Adae’s sorcerers with their blades and knives. The warriors slammed heads into walls, breaking their necks and leaving them to be trampled underfoot.
The women grabbed the sorcerers and hurled them with such force that they ricocheted off the walls and into the barred doors.
Prisoners roared from their cells.
Zoe grabbed a few sorcerers, disappeared in a cloud of dust, and reappeared without them. Only God knew where Zoe was putting them.
And my fire sorcerers called more flames.
Still, more and more sorcerers entered in those crimson robes.
Can we beat them all?
Azar sneered. “Be ready and absolutely do not die.”
“I don’t plan to.”
“We have many kids to raise.”
I looked at him. “What?”
“At least fifty.”
“Excuse me?”
“There he goes!” Azar ran off.
I raced after him.
But, fifty kids?
Adae disappeared from in front of us.
I looked behind me.
Adae was already running at me with his sword, ready to slice my head off.