Grey raised an eyebrow and then grinned. 'How convenient.'
Any thoughts Grey had of summoning his fang daggers was slotted away. If he did that, he might even end up an enemy of both sides.
His head spun around until he found where Megan's sword had sprawled off into the distance. The guards hadn't bothered to take it away because he had been chained too far from it.
The mohawk man's blade was also an option, but it had embedded itself so far into a wall, and at such a level of heat that Grey was pretty sure it had bound itself to the stone. He didn't want to waste time pulling it out.
'Decent weight.'
Grey was a bit surprised when he picked up the blade. It wasn't exactly a needle blade, but it was very narrow and thin nonetheless. Yet, it had the heft of a slightly heavier than normal sword—maybe somewhere between ten to twelve pounds.
Grey suddenly dove to a side, a beam of crimson nearly taking his head out.
