![]() ![]() ![]() Her mage-bolt hit the girl in the face, blasting it to unrecognisable blackened bone – she hadn’t been a mage either. She dashed into the room he’d emerged from, lifted a hand and blazed away at the first thing that moved: a Keshi girl cowering beside a large bed where a plump white man was chained, naked and faintly ridiculous. She was long past recoiling in horror at such things. ![]() The wound was lit from within, charring the inside of his ribcage and breaking his spine his consciousness extinguished as he fell. She darted in, ramming her sword into his side and kindling enough energy to blast through shields – but he wasn’t a mage and instead that energy exploded in his torso. The skiff-pilot was back on his feet, burned and moving too slow he looked up at the young newcomer and saw death coming.īut the young man hadn’t seen Elena. A black-clad young man came out and saw Sadikh writhing in agony on the floor, not just because of a badly broken ankle, but the dagger buried to the hilt in his back. The mage folded over and slumped to his knees, but as she jumped free she moved into the lee of a door that was flying open. Elena drove Yimat backwards, feinted high and went low, driving her shortsword into his groin and pulling it out in a great spray of blood. ![]()
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