Groddic the manipulator 2

“Face me, coward!” a deep voice bellowed. Limping toward Galloran, Groddic shoved his own men aside. He wore no helm, and it was clear that part of his face had been charred.

“No,” Nedwin whispered. “Go.”

Groddic continued on a course to intercept Galloran. If Galloran turned away from the towering conscriptor, he only needed to fight his way past a few more men, and he could be running through the woods.

“Make way!” Groddic demanded, and those between him and Galloran hastened to comply.

Run, Nedwin mouthed, willing his master to flee.

Galloran hurled a knife at Groddic, which clanged off his rod. “Let’s see if you can give me more of a fight than your men did!” Groddic roared.

Prologue