The Battle of Verril by Joseph Lallo

Author:Joseph Lallo
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: warrior, magic, the book of deacon, Fantasy, epic fantasy series, epic
Publisher: Joseph Lallo
Published: 2012-02-25T06:04:09+00:00

“Remove the evil weapon and it will release your friend, eh? A clever realization. I wouldn't have thought one of your surging transformations capable of such an epiphany. Intriguing. Blue is fear, red is anger, but what is white? Is it hate? Is it love? Is it an emotion at all? Or have you somehow learned to control what we've done to you? Only one way to find out, I suppose,” he mused as the pair struggled against one another.

The crystal flared again. Instantly the burning in Ivy's hands was joined by a pressure on her mind, an unwanted influence trying to work its way in. In its natural state, Ivy's mind would have been simple to enter, but there was nothing natural about the state her mind was in now. It was consumed by a singular, pure, all-encompassing purpose. A will hard as diamond poured energy from her. Epidime fought the current, pouring more and more of his will to the task.

“You may be able to resist me now . . . but you cannot keep this up for long, can you?” Epidime managed to taunt.

Suddenly Ivy lurched forward. Lain's body and Epidime's mind had been fully committed to keeping Ivy from pulling away the weapon. Now she was pushing. Before he could compensate, Epidime found himself running backward to keep from falling. He withdrew from her mind to probe for Lain's instincts once more. Just as the perfect counter maneuver surfaced, time ran out. The pair met the wall with crushing force. Lain collided with the narrow section of wall beside the entryway. A heartbeat later Ivy collided with him. The wind rushed from his lungs, but he did not release the weapon. Suddenly Ivy buckled to the ground as even through her clothes the burning of her mark became visible.

“Lain is still a Chosen. Every action against him is a knife in your own back!” Epidime gloated.

The blazing white aura about Ivy had faded somewhat, but still she held firm. As The Mark finished meting out its punishment, she climbed to her feet and resumed her tug of war on the halberd. Epidime staggered a bit before he managed to mount an effective resistance again. The general opened his mouth to issue another taunt, but something interrupted him. Something tightened about his waist with crushing strength. He looked down to see a bundle of muscle and gleaming red scales pulled taught around him. A glance over his shoulder revealed that he'd let his attentions stray too far form the task of controlling the metal vines. Myn had managed to bend and rend enough of them to snake her tail through, and now it was locked about him with every ounce of strength the dragon could muster. She didn't understand what was happening, but she didn't need to. The only thing that mattered was getting her friend away from this place, and she meant to do it.

The dragon pulled in one direction, the malthrope in the other. Lain's body dangled off of the ground, bones creaking and tendons straining.

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