Spellship: The Magitech Chronicles Book 3 by Chris Fox

Spellship: The Magitech Chronicles Book 3 by Chris Fox

Author:Chris Fox [Fox, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Chris Fox Writes LLC.
Published: 2018-02-19T08:00:00+00:00


30

Boss Fight

A shadow passed over Aran as he mounted the final step. He glanced upward to see dozens of dragons wheeling like birds, all watching the show he was providing them. Well, he hoped they enjoyed it.

He held his spellblade loosely, and the tip drew a line of sparks from the stone as he approached the hatchling. The hatchling merely watched him, with wide, curious eyes in that reptilian face. Now that he was closer Aran could detect no animosity. Had all the bravado been for show?

The creature’s own blade was also tip down, the blade plunged a few millimeters into the stone. “Tell me, Outrider, before I kill you, why did you come back to this world? You had to know you would find nothing but your end here. It seems a curious thing, to return to a world you know will kill you.”

Aran raised his sword and flowed into Drakkon stance. “I came because my past was taken from me. Because I know nothing of this world, or of your kind. I came for answers.” It was true, even if it wasn’t the whole truth.

“Can I share a secret?” the hatchling said in a conspiratorial whisper. “I regret the need to kill you. You are a curiosity, Outrider. And, so far as I can tell, you’ve done nothing wrong. Nothing save defend yourself. It’s a pity you slew Khalahk, but you had no better option.”

Aran cocked his head. He wondered idly if this creature was trying to distract him, but he couldn’t see any reason why. It held all the advantages, and delaying a few moments to talk seemed motivated by nothing more than genuine curiosity.

“So why are you trying to kill me then?” Aran asked. He raised his blade slowly.

“Pragmatism,” the hatchling admitted. “My sire bade me slay you. You cannot be allowed to leave this place, or others will take up your ways. Mortals will be attacking dragons all over this world, and we’d be plunged into anarchy.”

“Aren’t you afraid killing me will turn me into a martyr?” Aran asked. He considered advancing, but hesitated. The hatchling wasn’t the only curious one.

The hatchling blinked, and his spellblade fell a few millimeters. “I hadn’t considered that, though I imagine my sire must have. Yes, I can see why, now that I think about it.” He gave a toothy smile. “Dead heroes do not inspire other heroes, because no hero wishes to die. If you killed a Wyrm, but were properly judged there is little chance any will wish to share your fate.”

“Good point,” Aran admitted. If he lived, he might inspire others. But if he died, whatever the cause, no one would want to share his fate. “I guess we should do this, then.”

“Indeed. Die well, Outrider. Know that you have my sympathy.” The hatchling delivered a respectful nod, and raised his weapon again.

Aran returned the nod.

He blurred forward, kicking off the stone and bringing his spellblade down in a brutal slash. The air hummed, then a tremendous metallic ringing, like a gong being struck, echoed out into the sky over the pyramid.



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