There was too little time to waste on second-guessing himself.
The distance between Taghai and Reynold was shrinking rapidly as both champions charged toward each other, and Taghai still had decisions to make.
"Starlight, reveal the truth. Gather where his armor gaps," Taghai said, focusing his will on the one thing he felt confident witchcraft wouldn't have changed. "Guide my lance toward his death."
No armor was perfect.
Every suit of armor traded weight and mobility for protection, and every warrior and armorer approached those tradeoffs differently.
To Taghai's eyes, glittering lines of starlight blazed within the cold greenish-blue nimbus that surrounded Reynold. Some light winked at him from Reynold's hips and the gap between the armor for his legs and the armor of his breastplate. That gap grew and shrank as Reynold rose and fell in the saddle, matching his body's movements to his horse's gait.
