Ben's body tensed, his sense heightened. He could hear it, the scrape of boots over stone.
Shadows emerged from the rocks ahead, armored warrior with Gravenhold sigil. Six… no, eight of them. "Ambush!" Kaela barked, already raising her weapon.
But Ben was faster. In one fluid motion, his dagger flashed into his hand, than he disappeared.
In the next moment he was already behind the first Gravenhold soldier, his dagger sliding across the man's throat with deadly accuracy. Before the body hit the ground, Ben had already spun low, sweeping another soldier off balance and driving the blade up under his chin.
By the time the third turned to react, Ben had already hurled his dagger in a spinning arc. It buried itself in the man's eye with a wet crunch. Ben caught the falling weapon from the second corpse and hurled it into the fourth attacker's chest like a javelin.
