Fourteen ran along the wall and laughed like a madman, boots finding purchase where there should have been none. He was enjoying this.
Jaime did not let the laughter pull his focus. He drew in a deep breath, steadied his shoulders, and threw. The bone javelin screamed through the chamber, so fast it made the air hiss.
Fourteen's smile cracked. Three estocs crossed at once to catch the strike. Demonic aura ground against knightly aura, sparks spitting as the weapon stalled and shuddered. Fourteen's grin came back, certain, like he had just proven a point.
He had underestimated what was behind him.
Joji surged in first, fist wrapped in Emerald Blade Wind Art. Alaric moved with him, pouring everything into the edge of his dagger. They hit together, not as two men, but as a single plan.
Fourteen's head snapped toward Joji. An estoc slid to meet Joji's left fist.
Joji's punch landed and there was no power in it.
It was bait.
