Torin Has Lived Inside For A While

Torin leapt from the branch, sword in hand, with his feet angled perfectly toward the shoulders of the bearman that was bearing down in Sophie. With a quick shift in weight the man toppled and Torin's sword plunged into his shoulder. The black blood of the changeling splattered Torin's face, but that did not matter. Torin was in the depths of a mage's fury, and nothing was going to beak him free.