Calculated Madness

"Take them out!"

With that command, seven or eight members of DuskRuin surged forward, weapons raised, like a pack of wolves closing in.

"Looking to die."

Harper's fingers tightened around the handles of her axes.

"Crunch!"

Her axe came down with crushing force, meeting the first grunt who rushed her head-on. The wooden shield he carried—decently sturdy-looking—splintered into fragments under the