“I remember the warriors like you, Traveler, jackanapes and trollops of some holy vow as the war pressed hard,” said Lawkeeper Honara, now standing in front of her.
“Ah, you reminisce.”
“Yes, Travelers such as yourself, wielding the power,” she grinned, “the ones dead now, were not easy to kill.” Honara looked her up and down and tapped a badge on her sleeve. “Remember?”
Vica’s grip tightened around her hilt. It was all she could do not to kill her right there and then. Flashes of the Defenders torturing her for days on end rekindled the pain, then she surprised Honara and laughed out loud. “The power of the Ancient still abides in me, Lawkeeper, and all you possess are a few good teeth that I will gladly knock out.”
