C23 Chapter 23
Beska whipped her naksha up just in time to meet the downward blow from the sister in front of her. Sweat soaked her frock and ran in rivulets down her back. The sister fared worse than she did, though, her blond hair plastered to her face, right arm shaking with the weight of her blade. The other woman might have had ten years and at least that many pounds on Beska