Tail sense

I gripped the saber firmly in my right hand and thrust my tail high up my back, searching beyond the door. First I found the child. To my surprise, she still lived, but in moments that would change. They were preparing to cut her throat.

I began to assess the level of opposition. Some of those within were cooks; others were armorers or general laborers. Yet that still left thirty-nine hardy, well-trained warriors. I would be facing powerful odds.

Although I never doubted for a moment that I would be victorious, my chances of getting the child out in one piece were not good. In the heat of battle, all things are uncertain.

With my left hand, I slowly turned the ring to the right. Then, equally slowly, I gave the door a little push so that it opened gradually, creaking on its ancient hinges as it did so.

B11 C6