Blood for the Dancer (The Horde and the Host Book 1) by Dallas Mullican

Author:Dallas Mullican [Mullican, Dallas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Charon Press
Published: 2019-05-25T22:00:00+00:00

19

Friends and Other Enemies

Kyra had managed to wiggle free of Shax’s grip by the time Dustan emerged from the gate. The demon no longer appeared as a dwarf, but a warrior almost as large as Grigori. Fitted head to toe in dark red armor, his maroon aura blazed around him, as did the scythe he brandished. His heavy stomps shook the ground in tremors.

An ice bowl surrounded by gigantic monoliths framed their battle. Chaotic runes scrawled in the stone sparked with the crackle of clashing energies. The floor of the ravine lay slick with rock and frost; jagged glistening fingers jutted from the ground. The sky overhead, milky gray streaked with azure, appeared as a dome, and made Dustan feel as though he stood inside a planet-sized snow globe.

Shax’s scythe cut through the air inches above Kyra’s head. She flipped away and launched an orb of violet fire at the brute. It smashed into his abdomen, the force pushing him back a step. He shook his head and charged. His weapon sliced down, plunging a foot into the ice as Kyra rolled away. Another orb hissed toward the demon. He slapped it to the side with the back of his gauntlet.

Dustan skated down the slick embankment. He wasn’t sure what he intended to do. He was aligned with Shax, but he did not want to see Kyra killed. Indecision gnawed at him. If he didn’t think of something soon, the two would destroy each other and render his consternation moot. He raced to the far side of the basin and halted as Shax heaved a blow that missed and thundered into the base of one of the colossal steles. The slab rocked and collapsed, sending shards of ice raining down on the combatants.

“Shax stop,” shouted Dustan. “Don’t do this. She isn’t an angel.”

If Shax heard, he ignored him. The demon’s rage seemed to deafen him, all his intent focused on eviscerating Kyra. She was not going down easily. A dozen gashes streaked the big man’s torso and abdomen. Deep-hued red energy leaked out in fine streams before the wounds closed. Shax dismissed those as well. He swung low with the blade. Kyra leapt high over it, and Shax caught her with a fist, sending her flying across the frozen ground on her back. The demon pursued, his heavy footfalls leaving indentions in the canyon floor. Kyra attempted to rise, but dazed, she slipped on the frost-covered surface and lay helpless on her back. Shax loomed over her, scythe raised for a killing strike. Dustan mouthed a silent no and hurled a sphere, knocking the brawny man a step to the side, pain shooting up his own arm. It gained Shax’s attention. The demon glared at him, his nose seeping energy.

“Shax, stop. We need to figure this out.” Dustan’s eyes flitted from Kyra to Shax and his scythe. His emotions, his soul, felt caught in a tug-o-war tearing him apart.

“Nothing to figure out. The bitch is an abomination, she has to die.

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