Boundless (Generations) by R. A. Salvatore

Author:R. A. Salvatore [Salvatore, R. A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Published: 2019-09-10T00:00:00+00:00

Regis glanced at the broken window over to the side, then down at Dahlia and past her to the far end of the alleyway. He knew that more enemies were coming, likely from every direction. They had to move, and quickly.

“Time to be a hero,” the halfling whispered and drew out his rapier, the magnificent blade that had once belonged to the great Pericolo Topolino. He glanced down, then widened a grin as he considered the clothesline strung around this balcony.

He jumped up, caught it, cut the line with a deft flick of his blade, and swung down, the gallant halfling hero swooping down to rescue Dahlia.

He came in far too high, fumbled and flailed, and got his rapier nowhere near either of the opponents facing Dahlia. He swung past, nearly falling from the rope as he tried to better angle his return pendulum swing.

But no, on this second swing he did no better, and the return angle scraped him against the building, stealing his momentum, leaving him hanging some ten feet from the ground and far to the side of Dahlia’s fight. The halfling did manage to invert, hooking his leg within a spiral of the rope. He replaced his rapier on his belt and fumbled with his hand crossbow, trying to set a bolt—which was no easy task, hanging upside down!

“Hang on,” he quietly implored, glancing nervously to Dahlia. Then he nearly laughed aloud, realizing that the woman needed no further help from him. She rolled between her assailants, nunchaku spinning to whack at their weapons and shields, then coming in close to clang together, each rap of the metallic poles causing an arc of energy, the magic of Kozah’s Needle creating and holding the lightning.

Above her head went those strange weapons, spinning furiously as she cut fast and turned to the left, her left arm coming down suddenly in a powerful backhand that sent her nunchaku slamming against the nearest soldier’s shield. And there, Dahlia released the energy, a sudden shock and blast that folded the shield and sent the poor soldier flying hard across the narrow alleyway to slam into the wall.

Regis yelped, trying to warn Dahlia of the remaining soldier’s short charge.

Dahlia was continuing her turn, however, and that kept the left nunchaku sweeping before her again, the right one going into a sudden vertical spin that brought it down and around, coming up under her armpit, where she clamped her upper arm tight about it, holding it fast, her right wrist down-turning, straining to tear it free.

As she came fully around, square to the charging soldier and, more particularly, that soldier’s leading shield, Dahlia jerked the trapped nunchaku free, snapping it forward like a serpent’s strike. This one, too, released its pent-up charge as it connected with the shield, but so powerful and focused was the strike, so direct the release of lightning, that the nunchaku drove right through that shield, right through the forearm holding the shield, and right through the soldier’s armor, stopping the burly warrior in his tracks—indeed, sending him flying backward.

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