He barely had time to draw a single breath before another barrage of knives came flying toward him. Each one whistled through the air with a screeching pitch that made his skin crawl. "... screaming blades!" the child in his arms, her voice lamented as she clung to his shoulder.
Lenko ducked low, his boots scraping against loose stones as he sprinted across the uneven ground. He shoved the small, scaled child tighter against his chest, shielding her with his body while his other hand fumbled to shove the heart into the hidden pouch at his waist.
The knives sliced through the air, several grazing his side and shoulder.The sting of each cut burned, but he refused to slow down. He'd been lucky once when Olga's arrow had stopped just short of his chest, he wasn't about to test his luck twice.
The Academy mage. Seventh.
He remembered the name because Muzio had told him to.
