"Move!" Dana shoved me aside and I spun, blade meeting steel. A black-helmeted man fell back with a surprised sound. I did not think. I struck again before he could recover. "Guard the flank!" Dana breathed into my ear as if speaking calmed the world. "You look wrong for a general," a soldier snarled. I smiled and cut the man's throat. "Not today," I said. "I thought you were child-quiet," Dana said, slowing to a half-step, bow in hand. "You fight like a veteran." "I don't fight like a child," I answered. We pushed through shredded banners and bodies. Sunport's fields smelled of smoke and iron. Shouts rose on all sides. "Hold the gate!" someone shouted. The enemy tried to break through the left wing. I felt a stiffness in my fingers like a memory not mine. My hand tightened around the hilt of the small sword strapped to my waist. The sword moved like it knew the dance already. "Violeta, back!" Dana snapped. "I said I'm fine," I said. My voice surprised even me with its steadiness. An armored rider cut across the field, black cloak snapping. Their commander. Horse reared, lance catching sunlight. "Commander!" someone yelled. The whole line stuttered. "Bow," Dana said, hard. She was pointing at the rider. "No," I said. I moved before I decided to move. I grabbed Dana's bow with my free hand. She made a face and handed over an arrow. Her fingers brushed