A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 2

could not understand.
    The silver-haired Tiste Andii shrugged, said nothing.
    The Edur shouted something that was clearly a demand. Then they readied their weapons and swung their shields around.
    Cutter could see more of the savage warriors gathered on the trail beyond the gate.
    The three stepped from the archway, spread out to form a slight pincer position – the centre Edur a step further away than his companions on either side.
    'They don't know how you will do this,' Cutter murmured. 'They've never fought against—'
    The flankers moved forward in perfect unison.
    Darist's sword snapped upward, and with that motion, a fierce gust of wind lifted in the courtyard, and the air around the three Edur was suddenly filled with skirling leaves and dust.
    Cutter watched as the Tiste Andii attacked. The blade tipped horizontal, point threatening the Edur on the right, but the actual attack was with the pommel, against the warrior on the left. A blurring sideways dip to close, then the pommel struck the swiftly upraised shield, splitting it clean in half. Darist's left hand slipped off the pommel and slapped the warrior's sword away even as the Tiste Andii dropped into a squat, drawing the edge of Grief down his opponent's front.
    It seemed there was no contact at all, yet blood gushed from a rent that began above the Edur's left collar bone and descended in a straight line down to his crotch.
    The squat became a backward springing motion that landed Darist two paces back, his blade already hissing to fend off the other two warriors, both of whom leapt away in alarm.
    The wounded Edur crumpled in a pool of his own blood, and as he fell Cutter saw that Grief had cut through the collar bone and every rib in the cage down the left side.
    The warriors beyond the archway screamed battlecries and surged into the wind-whipped courtyard.
    Their only chance of success lay in closing on Darist, inside the man's reach, closing and fouling that whispering blade, and the Edur lacked nothing in courage.
    Cutter saw another cut down, then a third took the
pommel on the side of his helm, and the bronze collapsed inward far too deep – the warrior's limbs flailed in strange jerking motions as he fell to the flagstones.
    Both leading knives were in the Daru's left hand, and his right reached to a throwing knife. He sent the weapon darting out with a back-handed throw, saw it sink to the hilt in an Edur's eye socket – and knew the tip had snapped against the inside of the man's skull at the back. He threw the second one and swore as a shield lifted to take it.
    In the storm of spinning leaves Darist's sword seemed to be everywhere at once, blocking attack after attack, then an Edur flung himself forward to grapple, and managed to wrap both arms around the Tiste Andii's legs.
    A scimitar lashed in. There was a spray of blood from Darist's right shoulder. Grief's pommel dented the helm of the grappling warrior, and the Edur sagged. Another swing chopped into the Tiste Andii's hip, the blade bouncing back out from the bone. Darist staggered.
    Cutter rushed forward as the remaining Edur closed. Through spinning, clattering leaves, into the calmed air at the centre. The Daru had already learned that direct, head-on confrontation was not an ideal tactic when fighting with knives. He chose an Edur whose attention was fixed solely on Darist and was therefore turned slightly away – the warrior caught sight of him peripherally, and was quick to react.
    A back-handed slash of the scimitar, followed by the shield swinging round.
    Cutter punched his left knife at the blade, to intercept a third of the way down from the tip. Simultaneously, he stop-hit the swing with his other knife, midway along the man's forearm – the point of his weapon punching through leather and stabbing between the bones with both edges on. The hilt of his other weapon then contacted the scimitar – and knocked the weapon from a numbed hand.
    The Edur's grunt was loud, and he swore as, yanking on the knife, Cutter moved past him. The blade was reluctant
to pull free and dragged the impaled arm after it. The warrior's legs tangled and he fell to one knee.
    Even as he lifted his shield, Cutter's free knife darted in over it, spearing him through the throat.
    The shield's rim cracked hard against the Daru's out-thrust wrist, nearly springing the knife loose, but he managed to retain his grip.
    Another tug and the other knife tore free of the Edur's forearm.
    A shield