Sistah Samurai by Tatiana Obey

Author:Tatiana Obey [Obey, Tatiana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy; Sword and Sorcery; Sword and Soul; Action Fantasy; Humorous Fantasy; Comedic Fantasy; Black Fantasy; Adult Fantasy; Black Main Character; Black Author; Own Voices; Anime-inspired Fantasy
Publisher: Wanderlore Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-11-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

BLK GIRL SOLDIER

I cleaned the blood from my blade. When I looked over at the warlord, I couldn’t see his expression, but I wondered if he was pissing his pants right now. Was he beginning to regret wasting all his resources and manpower on little ol’ me? Did I prove once and for all that the strength of the Sistah Samurai was as they were rumored to be and that they were not, under any circumstances, to be fucked with?

I shuffled up the hill, hand on the hilt of my katana, ready for another fight. As I neared, his armored guards prepared their stances, and the warlord’s face sharpened into view. I blinked in disbelief. Wait a minute . . .

Was that a pink diamond in the man’s forehead?

I had never for a minute considered that the ‘Pink Diamond Warlord’ would be a literal description. I shook my head. Young folks these days.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

When Edolanta had been sacked, I hadn’t arrived before the thieves and vultures picked it clean. They had stolen much of my Sistahs’ personal belongings, from swords to spare change, and stripped the armor right off their corpses. I’ve collected what items I could find over the years. Just pieces here or there. So imagine the anger that quaked through me at the sight of this raggedy ass warlord wearing the pink sheathes of my Sistah’s katana and wakizashi, an identical pair to my own—Of, fuck no. This triflin’ bastard was intentionally twisting the legacy of The Sistah Samurai to his own selfish ends, and that was a level of disrespect I could never let slide.

I charged forward, but the damned bodyguards moved in formation to block me. Judging by how they moved, they were far better trained than the opponents I faced downhill. Each warrior had talismans ready to deploy and I had exhausted all of mine.

I gritted my teeth, knowing I was entering a losing battle. I should walk away. I needed to get home. But at the same time . . . Haven’t I abandoned my Sistahs enough? I didn’t have much honor left, but whatever the tattered remains of it had me rooted to the spot. I had a duty to their memory, and I’ve turned my back too many times.

Oh, now you want to act like a samurai? Where was this dedication when your Sistahs were being slaughtered by demons? You really want to honor them? Die like a samurai, then.

I barely evaded a streak of lightning. The electrostatic burned the insides of my nostrils. I weaved through sharp metal spikes but slipped onto my knee when the ground turned to mud. Taps of acidic rain pattered my skin. I chunked myself to the side to avoid a roaring flame and landed hard atop a sheet of ice. A metal bar rudely slammed into my pelvis. Ugh. I fell flat to the ground. At that moment, every bruise ached, every wound throbbed, and all my bones creaked.

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