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    Unlike an arrow, my magic didn’t need to be exact.
    I pulled more of the World to me. Willing it to fill and then empty my blood and bones as soon as possible. One assassin exploded into vermillion flames, a second did at a wave of my hands, and finally a third managed to scream when she saw the flaming projectile dart toward her. Her cry cut off with a puff of blood, steam, and agony.
    More had circled around and rushed the tent from the slope on the south side. I guessed their number now to be eight if they didn’t have any sacking the caravan. Two of them popped up from the grass and ran at me with clubs raised. Their choice of weapons indicated that they were going to attempt to subdue and capture me.
    Their idiocy brought a smile to my face.
    My boot hooked under Corlintha’s sword and the blade sprang into my hand in time to cut the closest attacker in half. The second slowed his sprint toward me but the movement only allowed me to ready myself for his charge. His weapon came in high, aiming for the shoulder of my sword arm, but it was sloppy and slow. I flicked the attack to his outside and brought Corlintha’s sword up to sever his arm off at the elbow. Then I sliced sideways to cleave his head in two at his mouth.
    I would have liked to carve his body up a bit more but there were other attackers I needed to address. Gerleita and the male were still crouching behind the table, completely useless. Well, perhaps not entirely useless. They both had arrows coming out of their shoulders. At least they served as distractions.
    The remaining six attackers had split into a group of four and two; they circled the table with arrows notched. I pulled more of the World into me and tried to fight back a grunt of pain. Being a Singleborn meant I had exponentially more magic than anyone else of my kind. But I was beginning to test the limits of what I could do without any recuperation. I was thankful none of the attackers were inclined to pull power from the World since combating one at the moment would have exhausted me even further.
    The group of four launched their salvo of arrows. Their targets were my escorts but a quick blast of Air scattered the missiles wide enough to sink into the table and the surrounding ground. Almost instantly afterward my vision began to yellow and I smelled copper. Fuck. I should have let them die instead of wasting energy.
    I ignored the group of two on my left and sprinted toward the group of four circling to the right of the table. Just in case the pair of archers decided that they really didn’t need me alive I threw some Air behind me to distract any potential arrows. I did hear a dual twang of bow strings but no arrows ripped through me.
    The four saw me approach and pulled short swords from their belts. I was outside of the smoke of incense from my pavilion and their scent confirmed the fear that their eyes also betrayed. They had expected this to go much smoother than it was. I took a brief comfort from their mood and didn’t bother with a feint for my first broad swing.
    The woman tried to block and I was too fast or she was too stupid to get her weapon up in time. Either way my blade cut through her thin leather armor, chest, and spine to separate her torso from the rest of her lower body. The next attacker jumped to my unguarded left and aimed a kick at my stomach. My foot placement was parallel to his and weighted too much on the front. I couldn’t parry the attack but I did manage to flick the blade back after he struck me and slice off everything below his kneecap. He fell with a startled scream and I hardly felt the kick to the stomach.
    I had to retreat a few steps when the remaining two attackers pressed toward me in unison, pairing their strikes with nervous energy. I parried the first dozen of their swings until I got my footing again. Then I dove forward when they both accidently swung horizontally and had to halt their attack so they wouldn’t hit each other.
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