Just as the bandit’s stone-headed axe comes down for my head, a shield that glints with the Verlassen coat of arms, a gray howling wolf on the yellow and purple background, swings between me and the axe. The stone axe chips against the polished steel of the shield with a grating metallic ring. One of the royal messenger’s bodyguards steps in front of me, using his shield to knock the bandit off his feet. Then the soldier pulls his right arm back, a sharpened sword in his hand aimed for his opponent, and I avert my eyes. I hear the bandit scream—his mixed wooden and fur armor must have done nothing to stop the soldier’s sword.
“Estelle!” Cooper exclaims from behind me. “Are you okay?”
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