QUOTE : Even before Laurent had hit the ground,<br />the man had drawn his sword.<br />Damen was too far away. He was too far<br />to get between the man and Laurent, he<br />knew that, even as he<br />drew his sword--even as he wheeled his<br />horse, felt the powerful bunch of the<br />animal beneath him. There was only one<br />thing he could do. As the spray of water<br />sheared up from under his horse, he<br />hefted his<br />sword, changed his grip, and threw.<br />It was, emphatically, not a throwing<br />weapon. It was six pounds of Rabatian<br />steel, forged for a two-handed grip. And<br />he was on a moving horse, and many feet<br />away, and the man was moving too,<br />towards<br />Laurent.<br />The sword drove through the air and<br />took the man in the chest, ramming into<br />the ground and pinning him there.