Chapter 4: Warm Welcome To Timberstead
Zayn's heart pounded in his chest as he gripped the hilt of his sword.
His blond hair flailed wildly as he rushed forward, boots kicking up dust from the cobblestone street.
At least he had inherited the original Zayn's ability to wield a sword, or he'd be completely useless right now.
The bandits sneered as the group approached, their weapons already drawn.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" one of the armored thugs taunted, his beady eyes scanning them with amusement. "Heroes fresh from the castle, are ya? You lot should learn to mind your own — "
His words were cut short as Kara punched him square in the jaw.
There was a loud crack, and the man collapsed instantly, out cold before he even hit the ground.
Zayn stopped mid-step.
"...Holy crap."
Kara flexed her fingers, unimpressed. "What? He was taking too long to finish his sentence."
Bran chuckled. "I like her."