Whilst the two warriors peered through the leaves in worry as the distant thunder rolled closer, Gabriella crouched down on the ground muttering to herself desperately, ‘Silver sword, magical fire . . what else . . think Gabs! Silver sword . . magic . . iron!’ she suddenly shouted, ‘do either of you have anything made of iron?’
Both warriors immediately crouched down beside her and started to rummage through their bags desperately, looking for anything that could be made of the necessary metal.
‘Nope’ Vaughn growled angrily, ‘nothing iron at all’ looking over at Rowan they saw the same defeated look on his face.
‘Dammit!’ Gabriella muttered, her brow furrowing once more, ‘I know there was one more thing . . sword, fire, iron . . ughh! it’s a common thing, Vaya said it was the most easil
