Chapter 228

SABYN BUCKLED THE SCABBARD AROUND his waist while watching her. The ease and obvious pleasure with which she handled the weapons aroused him and he grinned, winking at her when she felt his gaze and looked over. After checking his sword slid easily from its sheath, he reached for the short axes he favoured. Perfectly weighted for throwing and light to carry, the four axes fitted into a harness similar to what Loi wore. After so many years of use the leather had worn to his shape, fitting like a second skin over the mail. Loi turned her attention to Tomiar, going over the griffon's armour and tightening the straps of the plates.

Sabyn fastened shields to his forearms. Each shield followed the curve of his arm and slanted at the elbow for ease of movement while curving out and up to protect the outer curve of his hands. The shields extended just past his skin, enough to protect and block but not inhibit any movement and the straps over the underside of his arm offered another spot to fi