Kali's Wild Demons

Khouri and Rhajj sprang into action, ordering the men to draw weapons and fall into battle lines. The men on the outer ranks were dead.

What came next Rastaban couldn’t have imagined. An army sprang up out of the tall grass, clad in leather armor and bristling with spears and swords. They shrieked and yelled, Kali’s wild demons, and their weapons shone with his men’s blood.

“Where the hell did they come from?” Rastaban demanded. “Where are my scouts?”

One of the enemy soldiers tipped back her helmet, and Rastaban saw a woman with golden eyes. “Your scouts are dead.”