MechKnight Woodle

... his side. “Jane,” I said, and my voice sounded far away, even to me. She turned, a wild, blank look in her eyes, and took a moment to adjust, seeing me behind her. “Jane,” I repeated, unloosening her hand from the sword’s grip and taking the weapon away from her. Her hand was shaking. My cousin is no stranger to war, and has killed on several continents, but never like this. Never this personal....