The Promised Ones; Guardian War 1 by Axl Briar

  Chapter 29

  The rush came just as Javin's mind lanced with pain. It was stronger, and it was calling to him. Someone was trying to talk with him. And that someone was in pain.

  I don't have time for this! Javin danced to the side of a viscous slash and cut a back stroke then forestroke, followed with a jab with his left hand, connecting on the chin of a third, pushing them all back. Sauros had done much the same with those pushing toward him. The first push had been sent back.

  At least they weren’t trying to get around them to the women. They were trying to kill them first. That was good. They were shielded. They could take some hits and not be hurt. It wouldn’t take Saballa long to see this, though, and he would change their tactics.

  His eyes went bleary as another shock of pain came through, this time the message became clearer even as he staggered under its intensity.

  It wasn't words, but a desperate plea. Finding him . . . primal, direct into his mind, and now he understood the danger -- instinctively.

  And that's how he reacted . . . instinctively.