Rastaban lunged at her and swung. She side-stepped nimbly and brought her sword up for a swift thrust. He blocked, but her blow jarred his arm. She was stronger than she looked.
“You said one week,” Rastaban snarled.
Shanka’s smile was Kana-sweet. “I gave you more than a week - you should be grateful.”
“Grateful that my men are dying?” Rastaban swung.
Shanka blocked. “They had three extra days to dig themselves graves.”
Rastaban closed distance with a swift leap, locked hilts with Shanka. “You’re a monster.”
Her grin was battle-fierce. “I am, but you’re the same kind.”
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