Dragon Rising 2 by Dante King

Author:Dante King [King, Dante]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

The fight was on.

Moments and motion became a blur.

As the first Wyvern Guard staggered backward, counting his teeth, John pivoted toward the second figure in black armor. He knew that allowing any of the trio of elite troops to reassume their draconic forms would be the end of them all. They needed to be dealt with before he could entertain any thoughts of extracting vengeance from Lord Jagannath for trying to kill Aoryl.

That bastard needed to die.

John hurled his enchanted blade at a surprised Wyvern Guard, but the man moved with supernatural speed to match his own, and deflected it with a gauntlet.

The third Wyvern Guard backed away, his armor already beginning to turn to scales. John pulled free the two-handed claymore, handling it in one hand as easily as an ordinary man wielded a butter knife. Blade aimed for a killing blow, John threw himself at this final member of the trio, hoping to end him before he could fully transform into his Draconic form.

But the Wyvern Guard was fast. He flowed backward like a raging river, dodging out of John’s range even as his arms and legs exploded with thick scales. Wings erupted from the man’s black armor, and he tossed his head back as his long, stringy hair transformed into a dragon’s mane.

Shit, John thought. The battle had lasted five heartbeats, and he’d already failed. They were all dead.

The Wyvern Guard extended his arms skyward, flapping his wings to leave the ground.

Only for a hammer to slam into the side of his head.

The third Wyvern Guard toppled, letting out a sound akin to a strangled woof as he fell to the ground. The hammer fell to the grass next to him, its broad edge covered in blood and splintered bits of bone. John turned, amazed, to see Petra panting hard a short distance away.

“Got ‘cha. Hah!” the blacksmith’s daughter said fiercely, grinning like a jackal. “How’s that for a bitch who isn’t Wargear? Huh?! You like it, you big lizard? How ‘bout I feed you the full course!”

The only answer from the fallen Wyvern Guard was a low, rattling gurgle.

John could hardly believe it, but Petra had put one of the Draconic Emperor’s elite troops down with a single blow. A simple blacksmith’s hammer had done what an entire army couldn’t.

I suppose it all depends on the arm that wields it, John thought, already turning to face the other two members of the Wyvern Guard. There are few more determined than Petra, I’d wager!

Sending one member of the Wyvern Guard to the floor sent shockwaves through the rest of Lord Jagannath’s retinue. The man himself reared back, shifting his mace from one hand to the other as he watched the elite knight in his black armor choking on his own blood. The other two Wyverns looked as if they couldn’t decide whether to tend to their fallen brother or take to the sky.

John didn’t intend to give them the opportunity.

Aoryl’s battlecries rose to a roar as John shifted his shield.

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