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Þorunn sensed a presence behind her, felt the faint breath at the back of her neck.  She was prepared when a hand clamped over her mouth and a knife came to her throat.
Immediately Þorunn grabbed the arm wielding the dagger and jerked it away from her neck.  She spun on a heel, still clutching the offending wrist and twisting free of her assailant’s other hand.  Then in a single fluid movement the shieldmaiden hitched the arm over her shoulder, the assassin behind her, and hurled the attacker over her shoulder.  She could feel something give as she did so; a broken elbow, perhaps.  As Þorunn’s assailant collided loudly with the floor the shieldmaiden pressed a boot to their back and twisted the arm until they dropped the dagger.  Then, for good measure, she twisted and pulled further until she felt the shoulder dislocate.
“Who are you?” the shieldmaiden hissed, tweaking the arm to cause further pain and discomfort.
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Karayan, whose eyes were naturally attuned to the dark and therefore could still see just fine, chuckled lightly as he watched Chantara get thrown.  “My dear Chantara,” he called to her in Kezbe, “It is probably unwise to attack the most battle-hardened of our lot, especially one of the Nors.  Besides, she is visible.  I don’t think she’s the one we’re supposed to be seeking.”

@rose-colored-fancy Poor Chantara…too bad she didn’t know Karayan has nightvision and Þorunn became a barbarian queen by slaughtering anyone who opposed her in trial by combat…

@this-is-not-an-alien