Two nights to prepare felt like far too little, and as Erling watched Khorijin calmly stringing her bow, he could all but feel the confidence radiating from her. After two days spent learning sorcery and watching what Milo was capable of doing with his longbow, Erling understood well where her confidence came from.
Dirar called her a 'Master of Three Constellations,' which, as Erling understood it, meant that she'd mastered three different forms of sorcery. She likely had skill in several others, extending far beyond her mastery of the bow itself.
She was a terrifying opponent.
His fingers traced through the arrows in his quiver, silently counting them again even though he knew what the count would be.
Eighteen.
He had eighteen chances to interfere with Khorijin as they raced through the deadly forest, and she would have just as many chances to interfere with him. Only, he would have to expend some of those chances in the hopes of leveling the playing field.
