Kat, Rheyna, Odrin
If possible, Shrill's eyes went even wider when Kat stepped from behind the wagon and fired. She missed his head, but the razor-sharp shaft buried itself in the Ironman's gut, as his horse bucked and snorted. For a moment, sword still in hand, Shrill gazed at the shaft protruding from his belly in surprise, then started kicking his horse to run, though it pained him greatly to do so.
Dagmer was agile for his size, and quicker than Odrin had anticipated.
But one other thing. It seemed to Odrin that Dagmer was not a horseman. He had no way of knowing this, but the men of the Iron Islands were never comfortable atop a horse. Fighting on a ship's deck, tossing in the waves? There's your man. But horse-back, the Iron men faltered.
Yet the dance remained.
Odrin feigned, then side-stepped a predictable hoof-flailing, but a reach and swing from Dagmer's sword nicked Odrin's shoulder, cutting him in a mist of blood. The wound was a minor one though, and now Odrin swung in turn, his axe missing Dagmer's face, but chopping off the Ironman's left arm above the elbow, chain-links be d**ned.
At the same time, Rheyna's knife flew like a bird, a momentarily flick, a flash of metal in the moonlight, and now Dagmer's thigh sported four inches of steel.
A grunt escaped his clenched jaw.
Now blood gushing from his shoulder, Dagmer roared with fury, but lost his balance and toppled from his horse.
He did not get up immediately, but still had fight in him, it seemed, rising to a knee, and seething at Odrin.