Rook blocked the wild sword swing with his bare forearm and slapped the man in the chest, crushing his ribcage and sending him flying through the air. The sword had been sharpened to a razor's edge, but there was no sign of the blow on Rook's arm.
Rook picked up the unconscious Lume with a grunt and started pushing his way through the crowd. This was the third time in as many weeks that they'd been recognized by Salazar's men, and he was tired of running.
It was only a matter of time before the man himself caught up with them.