Chapter 28: Why Baker Girls Specifically
Will zeroed in on the noise, eyes widening.
The veterans running the bus, people who were vastly overleveled for the Floor, were under attack by…other Climbers?
Will’s blood ran cold as he saw one of the men get bisected in a flash of light, only for his killer to be destroyed by a torrent of raging green fire.
And on and on it went as the bandits and veterans tore each other apart.
Will could see where the palanquin carried by the group that was supposed to meet them here had toppled over, it’s flame-retardant exterior jutting into the ash.
What do we even have that is that valuable? Men didn’t fight to the death for a busload of noncombat classes…even if that could allow a Lord to write them off as dead while establishing a secret Stronghold on the floor from which he could stage an attack on a rival.
Just answered my own question.
A girl’s shriek caused Will’s legs to twitch with urgency. In the distance, Brianna was being dragged out of the iron palanquin, kicking, scratching, and biting. She was hauled out by a scruffy climber with an iron grip on her wrist, a furrowed brow and what looked like very bad teeth.
Will started running.