Rendor was given a sword and Yates drew his. The guards cleared a space for the combatants, moving to the sides of the room. Rendor was in no condition to fight. This was suicide. She counted the people in the throne room. The prince, Yates, Timin, and fifteen guards—nineteen total. She’d influenced over twenty-five at one time, but then she hadn’t spent some of her energy. And they’d also have to escape this level afterwards. She suppressed those negative thoughts. Instead, she focused on the belief and faith that she could do it. Shyla had to gain control of this situation.

Except Rendor was holding his own. In fact, he looked rather nimble for someone who’d been beaten. The fight resembled the last one—brutal, intense, with minimal flourish. Yates also realized his opponent wasn’t as injured as he appeared. The captain changed his strategy, once again targeting Rendor’s old injuries.

Shyla drew in her strength. She had to stop everyone, then they’d find her parents, and she’d use the look away command to get them all free or she’d die trying.

Except Rendor grinned and countered Yates as if not bothered by the change in tactics. The momentum swung in Rendor’s favor. He snaked past Yates’ guard, side-stepped lunges, and was quicker overall. The number of cuts grew on Yates’ arms, torso, and thighs. And then Rendor increased the intensity of his attack. Within heartbeats he’d unarmed Yates and sent the captain to the ground with a massive blow to his temple. The crack reverberated in the dead silent room.

Shyla half expected the captain to get up. He had an extra thick skull after all, but the man remained unconscious on the floor.

The Water Prince frowned down at Yates for a moment. “Well, Rendor, you proved you’re still the best. However, you’re still a traitor.” He swept out an arm, gesturing to his guards. “Even you can’t overcome so many opponents. And one false move, the sun-kissed is dead.”

Yet the guards in the room didn’t appear to be upset by the defeat of their captain. The man holding Shyla no longer pressed the knife to her throat. She sensed—

Son of a sand demon!

“I’m still a captain,” Rendor said to the prince. “And these are my soldiers. They agree with the Invisible Sword that you’re not the right person for the job.”

Shyla glanced at the four who’d helped to hold her down. One gave her a sheepish look. No wonder he’d squeezed her hand back!

The prince pulled his sword and charged at Rendor. The big man twisted. The blade missed his torso by a hair. Rendor didn’t waste any time. Within a few moves, Rendor struck the prince on the back of his head. He crumpled and joined Yates on the floor. A cheer went up.