Star Rising: Heartless by Cesar Gonzalez

Author:Cesar Gonzalez [Gonzalez, Cesar]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction
Published: 2015-09-03T04:00:00+00:00

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Beatrix dodged yet another lazily set up flame shot. Her second opponent, a frail-looking girl with two metaton arms, screamed loudly as she released two volleys of lightning, as if the sounds would make her attacks somehow find their mark. Beatrix threw her sword directly at the girl’s left metaton. Her arm crackled and fizzled. Before she could even figure out what had hit her, Beatrix dashed up and stomped on her foot. She followed that with a knee to the ribs. The girl crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain. The girl’s partner, the flame user, wrapped his arms around Beatrix’s waist. He huffed loudly as he attempted the squeeze the life out of her. Child’s play. Beatrix took hold of the man’s arm and twisted, simultaneously she crouched, throwing the man over her. His back slammed the mat first, followed by legs, and then his head.

“You’re right,” said a voice behind her. It had the roughness of a male voice, but underneath it was a suave tone that could only be feminine. Sure enough, Beatrix turned to the sight of a tall woman staring back at her. She had a brown blouse, and similarly colored leather pants. Where her left hand should have been, hung a slim metaton. Beatrix had never seen one like it. Usually they were silver, but this one was as black as a dark hole in space. Even the cables that ran down it were jet black. Besides a grimace, the woman’s wide eyes and penetrating gaze were hard to read. “I still fail to see why you sent for me. I have better things to do, and I don’t like being interrupted.” The woman turned to Jesemiah, who held his hand up to his nose, attempting to suppress the blood that was poring freely from it. “Isn’t that right, Jesemiah?”

Jesemiah bobbed his head. “Yes, yes. Your time is very valuable. You are a great, amazing ruler, who is wise beyond belief.”

“You forgot mighty gorgeous.”

Jesemiah bobbed his head once more. “Yes, yes. Gorgeous.”

Jesemiah was apparently a monumental behind kisser. There were many words that could be used to describe Sophic, but gorgeous certainly wasn’t one of them. She looked to be in her early sixties. Her eyes were a bland brown, and her skin was as leathery as one of the old boots Beatrix would wear during her hunting trips back on Palek. Her hair was a mop of dirty strands alongside empty patches of scalp.

“Beatrix shows promise,” said Gavin. “She will make an excellent addition to the group.”

The newcomer didn’t look as convinced as Gavin. “She wasn’t bad, but it’ll take a mighty better performance than that to convince me she’s worth my time.”

“I’m not asking for your time,” said Beatrix, staring the woman down. Who did she think she was? Beatrix had not asked nothing from her. For all she cared, the woman could go back to hiding in her room.

“What did you say?” asked Sophic. The tall woman walked onto the mat.

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