He attacked first, sweeping the glaive in a deceptive low arc that slammed into a kite shield's rim, jerking it wide. With the same motion he reversed the haft, jabbing the butt spike through eye-slit and brain before the knight could adjust to the feint. Armor crashed to cobbles; the body inside it made no sound.
A second knight lunged, longsword aimed at Lyan's midsection. Surena intercepted: she stepped in, letting the sword glance off her pauldron, then drove her own blade up beneath the attacker's gorget. The thrust came from her shoulder, smooth as a loom shuttle sliding through warp threads. The knight froze, surprised, and she kicked him off her blade with enough force to send him sprawling over his fallen comrade.
