quickly to ash. Karceoles was weak now, drained of energy. It had taken a lot from him to perform such complex magic, but his temper got the best of him.
Only five draeyks remained on the field, scarred with battle. Karceoles faced one, his zylek being used as a weapon once more. Starlyn fought against three, and Searon faced a single opponent. Starlyn battled smoothly against the three creatures without taking a break between blocks and attacks. Her skill with a hammer was uncanny. She kicked one in the jaw, knocking it back several paces as she crossed blades with the next. The third dashed at her as she snatched a shuriken from her pouch and launched it into its neck. She stood facing her last draeyk as the one she had kicked had fled. Without having several enemies to worry about, she was able to control her slashes better and quickly got the kill by severing the creature’s neck.
Searon fought with brilliant skill against his lone opponent. There seemed little concern to finish the battle and more for practiced sword play. It felt great for him to wield his claymore once again. The glow of it reflected in his green eyes behind his battered gold-and-red helm. He switched the position of his hands so his left hand rested on the top of his hilt. His attacks were able to shift in different ways, with his left hand guiding instead of his right. It also increased his muscle strength for his lesser arm. The draeyk suddenly attacked him in a frenzy of slashes and uppercuts that he was able to extinguish instantly. Even though Searon wasn’t left handed, he was still able to defend nearly as well. He dropped to his knees, spinning his claymore to shove the creature’s axe down before he impaled the draeyk through the heart.
His eyes closed as all he heard around him was silence. It seemed that both Starlyn and Karceoles were done battling as well. He enjoyed the quiet, as it reminded him of simpler times. A twig crunched not a pace behind him. Searon turned around abruptly, still on his knees and jerking his claymore to a defensive position. It wouldn’t have been enough time, as he saw one last draeyk with an axe already raised ready to drop it on his skull. Instead of feeling the abrupt pain of death, he saw a sword pierce the creature’s heart from behind. A low gurgling was the only thing he heard as the creature tumbled to the ground. Behind the creature stood the human he’d spent most of his efforts protecting. The man held a sword in his right hand that shook uneasily. A cold sweat drenched the man’s face, and he shivered before dropping his weapon. He looked hard into Searon’s eyes until his knees gave way and he sank to the ground, losing the last ounce of strength he just had.
Chapter 11
S earon rushed to help the weak man and strained his back in the process. He was still injured from the blow to his lower back, but he knew that the human in front of him was weaker. With an easy touch, Searon was able to shift the human onto a log. His claymore still resided in his hand, and he put the no-longer-glowing weapon into its scabbard.
The man tugged at his long black hair now tangled with waves. It hung just past his shoulders and appeared that it should be tied in a ponytail. His eyebrows were thin and his face shaved clean. Even with the days he’d been unconscious, there was still little facial hair to be noticed. He had a baby face as if he was young, but his slanted eyes told his age of long experience. They were hazel and harder than any warrior Searon had known. His body seemed fragile with barely enough meat to cover his bones, but there was still muscle in his arms. Still, he held his pointed chin high with pride. Muscles were only seen if he shifted the right way or likely if he flexed.
“Thank you,” Searon shifted his gaze to look deep into the cold hazel eyes of the man.
Searon was amazed that the man held enough strength and courage to strike down a draeyk when just waking up
Only five draeyks remained on the field, scarred with battle. Karceoles faced one, his zylek being used as a weapon once more. Starlyn fought against three, and Searon faced a single opponent. Starlyn battled smoothly against the three creatures without taking a break between blocks and attacks. Her skill with a hammer was uncanny. She kicked one in the jaw, knocking it back several paces as she crossed blades with the next. The third dashed at her as she snatched a shuriken from her pouch and launched it into its neck. She stood facing her last draeyk as the one she had kicked had fled. Without having several enemies to worry about, she was able to control her slashes better and quickly got the kill by severing the creature’s neck.
Searon fought with brilliant skill against his lone opponent. There seemed little concern to finish the battle and more for practiced sword play. It felt great for him to wield his claymore once again. The glow of it reflected in his green eyes behind his battered gold-and-red helm. He switched the position of his hands so his left hand rested on the top of his hilt. His attacks were able to shift in different ways, with his left hand guiding instead of his right. It also increased his muscle strength for his lesser arm. The draeyk suddenly attacked him in a frenzy of slashes and uppercuts that he was able to extinguish instantly. Even though Searon wasn’t left handed, he was still able to defend nearly as well. He dropped to his knees, spinning his claymore to shove the creature’s axe down before he impaled the draeyk through the heart.
His eyes closed as all he heard around him was silence. It seemed that both Starlyn and Karceoles were done battling as well. He enjoyed the quiet, as it reminded him of simpler times. A twig crunched not a pace behind him. Searon turned around abruptly, still on his knees and jerking his claymore to a defensive position. It wouldn’t have been enough time, as he saw one last draeyk with an axe already raised ready to drop it on his skull. Instead of feeling the abrupt pain of death, he saw a sword pierce the creature’s heart from behind. A low gurgling was the only thing he heard as the creature tumbled to the ground. Behind the creature stood the human he’d spent most of his efforts protecting. The man held a sword in his right hand that shook uneasily. A cold sweat drenched the man’s face, and he shivered before dropping his weapon. He looked hard into Searon’s eyes until his knees gave way and he sank to the ground, losing the last ounce of strength he just had.
Chapter 11
S earon rushed to help the weak man and strained his back in the process. He was still injured from the blow to his lower back, but he knew that the human in front of him was weaker. With an easy touch, Searon was able to shift the human onto a log. His claymore still resided in his hand, and he put the no-longer-glowing weapon into its scabbard.
The man tugged at his long black hair now tangled with waves. It hung just past his shoulders and appeared that it should be tied in a ponytail. His eyebrows were thin and his face shaved clean. Even with the days he’d been unconscious, there was still little facial hair to be noticed. He had a baby face as if he was young, but his slanted eyes told his age of long experience. They were hazel and harder than any warrior Searon had known. His body seemed fragile with barely enough meat to cover his bones, but there was still muscle in his arms. Still, he held his pointed chin high with pride. Muscles were only seen if he shifted the right way or likely if he flexed.
“Thank you,” Searon shifted his gaze to look deep into the cold hazel eyes of the man.
Searon was amazed that the man held enough strength and courage to strike down a draeyk when just waking up
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