‘What are you doing?’ Rory thought, his eyes wide as the young woman caught the bde of the Primrose Sword.

  “Young dy,” the Primrose Sword called, feeling the strength of the young woman before her. “Do you io involve yourself?”

  “Have you fotten because I am wearing my helmet?” the Iyrman replied, g with the Primrose Sword.

  ‘Your horns are the prettiest, kako,’ she had said.

  ‘So beautiful,’ he had firmed.

  The Primrose Sword stepped back, feeling the pressure of the Iyrman before her. The Grand ander was barely able to tain the young woman’s bde as the Iyrman soared forward, her bde filled with the rage of an Iyrman. There was one reason why she could be gd to be fag the Iyrman before her, because out of the two women, she was defihe weakest.

  The sound of a bubble bursting filled the air, as Jurot returned back to the nd, arriving right beside Timojin and the Honeysuckle Sword, the Iyrman tensing up for a moment, before he spun on his heel to face the King once again, only to find the King stepping back away from the woman.

  She was lean, her hair cut short, darker than Jurot recalled. Her eyes were darker too, not just her pupils, but the bags under her eyes, but even though she looked as though she had marched a hundred miles to the fort, her eyes remained focused upon the King. If not for the staff within her hands, she was certain she could not have brought Jurot back from his banishment.

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  ‘Kako, you help me?’ the boy had asked, trying to add the ogether. He had asked her, because his sister had asked her, and the reason why his sister had asked her was because she khat this particur aunt was smart, much to their horny aunt’s annoyance.

  The King was gd he had healed himself before stepping towards Adam, otherwise he was certain he would have fallen. He, who barely fought Jurot and Kitool, had almost fallen to the two young Iyrmen.

  “You are te,” Amokan joked.

  “Be quiet,” Kitool snapped back, still gring at the King, her heart beating quickly, her eyes heavy. Her body was still suffering from the after effects of the treatment, the woman only able to stand so firmly against the King due to the rage which overwhelmed her. It had only been a few days sihey had learnt of the situation, and she had refused to see her nephews and her niece before she had saved their father.

  “Who dares to harm my grandson?” The woman asked, smming the butt of her spear against the stone floor, causing most of the fighting to waver, but it was not her voice which stopped the fighting.

  “Put away your spear,” Elder Peace demanded, her voice heavy, full of authority. “You have nht to fight here today."

  “I-,” Mulrot said, only for the bdes g to cut her off.

  All had stopped fighting, except a single pair. It was not even the pair one might have expected, for Bael paused, gng aside towards the young woman with the sword, who stood beside the other young woman, Adam’s grandmother. The bde crackled with great power within her hand, though she had yet to step forward, watg her graake on the Grand ander of an Order.

  “Duteous Dogek, you have nht to-,” Even though Elder Peace was going through the theatrics, and even though typically, of all the Iyrmen they had brought, Dogek should have obeyed, she watched as he so viciously assaulted the Sky ander with his bde in hand. Except, that wasn’t the only thing wrong about the situation, but it was Tonagek who had noticed it first.

  Even now, Jaygak wielded a sword and shield, as was the way of her family. Even Gangak, who wielded Stormdrake in hand, wore a shield upon one arm, ready to step forward to fight. Tonagek wielded a bde in hand, and carried with him a shield, which had assisted him against Sir Hugo, who had stepped ba the pause.

  Dogek, who was like his grandfather, not just an Iyrman, but the personification of an Iyrman, to the point he had earned a simir niame to his grandfather, wielded his bde in both hands.

  “You have nht!” Dogek shouted back, still battering the Sky ander, who could barely defend herself with her bde.

  “Uonagek shouted out, taken by the shock of seeing his uncle pletely battering the Sky ahe Grand ander of the Order of the Eagle Wing.

  Dogek paused for a moment, while someone ted a spell, though none of the Iyrmen seemed to react to the spell casting. “You have nht.”

  “Granduncle,” Jurot called.

  “You…” Dogek paused, daring not to speak the words to Jurot. He tio hold his bde against the Sky ander’s, who panted with effort, her entire body ag, sweat dripping through her clothing as she stared up at the terrifying form of the heavily armoured Iyrman.

  Jarot remained silent, his eyes glued to Dogek, the same as almost everyone else, save for the figure who had failed to revive the First Viander, or the apprentice, but even they didn’t dare to speak of that matter.

  The athered the se before them.

  The Sky ander, at the mercy of an Iyrman who had suddenly appeared, not just any Iyrman, but Duteous Dogek, whose name was almost as known as the Mad Dog’s.

  The appearance of the Ptinum Shield, which had been brought back by Silver Shield Edith’s magic, though the elderly bald woman remaianding over her, her fists at the ready.

  Even Shaool had been surprised that the Ptinum Shield had fallen so easily to her ability, for the ces were extremely slim, at most one in ten, with all the Oathsworn around amplifying their defences. Even so, she was ready to kill the woman if she dared to act up.

  The Primrose Sword slowly lowered her bde, as the trio of old women approached the half elf.

  Mulrot brushed through Adam’s hair. “Okay?”

  Adam panted, furrowing his brows in fusion, allowing the woman to brush his hair. “Yeah.”

  Seeing that the situation had calmed, slightly, Elder Peace cleared her throat. “It is uable that you have e to fight, especially you, Duteous.”

  “I have given up my position as Family Elder,” Mulrot replied.

  “I, too, have given up my position as Family Elder.”

  Even though Elder Peace already khat the pair had given up their position, it still surprised her that Dogek had chosen to give it up. It made sense for Mulrot to do so, since she was full of guilt, especially sidering which of the children had been killed.

  “Have you given up your position?” Elder Peace asked.

  The st Iyrman remained silent. He was old, tall and lean. His head was smooth, freshly shaved that m, his thick moustache white as snow, hiding his lips, while his long beard fell down to his colr bone, cut straight. The typical aura of gentleness which emanated from him held a murkihat his sister hadn’t expected. Upon his back, he wore a spear, the tip mithril.

  ‘You do not have to worry,’ Malfev had assured his sister. ‘I know I ot fight.’

  Except, right then and there, seeing the se before him, his sister willing to risk her life, his grandnephew upon his knees, could he step back?

  “He has e to return my body,” Mulrot said, in a tohat warned her brother not to embarrass the Iyr in front of the Aldishmen.

  “If he does not step forward, I will remain to one side,” a voice dared to break the sile was Bear Mother who, took a step forward, beside Malfev. ‘I see now why you were so proud of your sister.’

  Malfev let out a sigh, nodding his head, gd that she had spoken up. It was a way for both of them to step back from a fight, one he was not allowed to partake in, and one she did not wish to partake in.

  Mulrot stepped forward, striking her spear against the stone floor with each step. She ighe Order member who had tried t the dead pair back to life. “Are they the two who killed my greatsons, and harmed my greatdaughter?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You did well, my grandson,” Mulrot said, a small smile appearing on her face, the woman dropping onto her knees before Adam, ing her arms around his head, pulling him to her bosom as she would the twins. “You leave noill hahe rest.”

  “Do you think you leave so easily?” Viander Harrison asked, panting, though in his heart he had doubts he could truly defeat Amokan before him. He also hat the one armed woman beside Adam was gring at him in particur, for obvious reasons.

  “Who stop my grandson from leaving?” Mulrot asked, the woman noting how her husband was on the edge of bursting into ughter.

  Upon hearing the woman’s words, Dunes sheathed his bde. He looked at his oppo, who stared at him, eyes full of fusion, partly offended. Dunes shook his head lightly, certain that there would be no more bloodshed today.

  “We ot allow it,” Sun Sword said, bowing his head apologetically. “I have a duty to the Order of the Thousand Hunts, as promised to their Grand ander.”

  “Even if that fool was here himself, he could not stop us,” Mulrot replied, doing her best to keep herself calm, bringing her grandson’s head to her neck. “No one harm my grandsons now that I am here.”

  “Hmm,” Jarot growled quietly, gng aside.

  “Jurot, e.”

  Jurot sheathed his axe, but kept a tight grip upon his shield as he walked through the fort, the figures all around him allowing him to walk through. Their focus was mostly upon the older Iyrmen, who held a presehat they could not ignore.

  “Unlike yrandfather, you fought so well,” Mulrot said, brushing through the boy’s hair, smiling so proudly.

  “I held the Sun Sword at bay.”

  “Are you paring the Sun Sword to King Merryweather?” Mulrot asked. “Even Dogek dealt with a sed rate Grand ander so well! Sun Sword? Sun Sword? Rajin, do you believe the words?”

  “I do not.” Rajin agreed, his voice barely a whisper.

  “You beat him yesterday, but today you ot?”

  Jarot huffed quietly, while the Sun Sword remained silent, uanding the kind of woman who could tame the Mad Dog.

  However, the Orders were quickly gathering themselves, readying for the fight to e. The Iyr’s antics had provided a moment of respite, but soon, it would e to pass. This was merely the calm before the storm.

  King Merryweather sheathed his bde. “Chief, you must expin yourself.”

  Iromin brushed his beard, havi an eye on who had dared to ad react to the Iyrmen, before he finally stepped forward, the Iyrman walking out towards the se without any aides.

  “Florians, Aldishmen, you should feel reassured,” Iromin said, the Iyrman smiling warmly. “I guarahat, without permission to kill you for the sake of our dead children, we are uo draw our bdes.”

  It was today when the nd uood the sheer audacity the Iyrmen held, for the Chief walked through the fort as though he was not uhe threat of a dozen or so Orders for the murder of two of their knights, upon the nd which was guaranteed by King Merryweather, the King Merryweather.

  “Though, I will not refuse if you wish for us to draw our bdes,” Iromin said, ling his arm between the hilt of his bde and his hip, his bde, a fusion of bone aal, ready to sing.

  The Iyr may be outnumbered and outmatched, but you 't call them divided.