Rowan lowered the shortsword's high stance that had signaled the start of combined techniques with the brown wolf Dono. He stopped targeting Brother Amantous and carefully approached Keireon lying on the ground.
Shield-bulk Keireon couldn't make a sound, just rolling his eyes and unable to move. His mouth moved but made no sound.
'Was he thrown?'
Even thinking it, it was absurd.
He'd told the crow Kaiya to make sounds if an approaching orc existed, but not one cry was heard.
'Fist marks...'
He examined Keireon carefully, eyes scanning the damage. Brother Amantous with his injured knee didn't even cross his mind, temporarily forgotten. An orc's fist was engraved on the solid steel breastplate, the impression unmistakable. It was dented inward severely, pressing toward the lungs with deadly force. The reason he couldn't breathe seemed to be this, the metal cage crushing his chest.
