Odin watched from the manor's second-floor window with quiet fascination. He leaned against the pane, arms crossed over his chest. "Where did our daughter learn those moves?" he mused aloud. Her strikes were fluid, her stances solid—nothing like the traditional forms he had seen before. No wonder Bener boasted of her skills after their time in Calma.
Just as Lara turned to look at them, Odin moved back toward the bed and pulled his wife so Freya could join him at the window. Her gaze sharpened as she spotted their six sons exiting the manor and stepping onto the lawn, each bringing a weapon.
Asael with his sword.
Galahad with his spear in one hand and another spear in the other.
Bener with his own blade.
Gideon was armed with a bow and arrows, and a sword.
And the twins Percival and Peridur, with swords strapped to their backs.
The sunlight glinted off steel and polished wood as they approached the trio.
