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, ...