03 Tear of the Gods by Feist Raymond

Author:Feist, Raymond [Raymond, Feist,]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T11:22:36.615000+00:00

TWELVE Dark Magic James charged after Solon. Jazhara shouted, "Be wary, you must destroy them by fire or cut their heads from their bodies!" Kendaric hung behind the magician, holding his short sword, but appearing ready to bolt if the opportunity presented itself. Jazhara began an incantation and lowered her staff, pointing it toward the group of oncoming creatures. A ball of green flame erupted from the tip of her staff and shot across the space between them, engulfing four of the creatures in mystic flame. They howled and writhed, and stumbled forward, staggering for a few paces before falling face-down onto the ground. Solon reached out with a gauntlet-covered hand and seized the child-creature, hurling the small form backward, into the green flame. The tiny creature shrieked and thrashed, then lay still. "May Ishap bring you peace, child," shouted the monk. He swung his huge warhammer at an adult- sized creature, smashing the thing's shoulder, but still it lunged at him, its one remaining arm outstretched, the fingers bent like talons trying to rend and tear. Solon lashed back the other way, and his hammer caved in the creature's skull. It fell to the ground and lay writhing, but despite having half its head pulped, it still tried to rise. Jazhara ran up to the monk and shouted, "Stand back!" He retreated and she lowered her staff. In a moment, the creature was aflame. James was having difficulty with a particularly powerful man--or creature, rather, he corrected himself. The thing had obviously been the woodcutter Lyle had first told them of. He had been a big, broad-shouldered man, and his arms were long and meaty. He tried to grapple with James, who dodged aside. But the damage inflicted on the creature by James's rapier did little to slow it. "Kendaric!" James shouted. "I could use some help!" The wrecker stood with his back to Nathan's doorway, his sword clutched in his hand. "Doing what?" he shouted back. "My blade isn't exactly a meat cleaver." Kendaric waved his short sword and said, "And this is?" James ducked under a huge hand swinging through the air, and shouted, "It's a better blade for hacking than what I've got!" "I'm not going to loan it to you!" cried Kendaric, watching as other creatures came into sight. "I've got problems of my own." Suddenly Jazhara was at Kendaric's side and she wrenched the blade from his hand. "Yes, a decided attack of cowardice," she said with contempt. Throwing the sword so that it sailed through the air, she shouted, "James, catch!" With a speed bordering on the supernatural, James lashed out with his rapier, cutting the shambling creature across the back of the leg. Then he leapt into the air, catching the short sword with his left hand. He tossed his rapier and the short sword in a juggle, ending up with the rapier in his left hand and the short sword in his right. The thing that had been a woodcutter stumbled

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