Trigon Daze: (The Legend of Vanx Malic Book Five) by Mathias M. R

Author:Mathias, M. R. [Mathias, M. R.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Michael Robb Mathias jr.
Published: 2015-04-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twenty-Four

I’m off to make a fool of a fool,

and a fool of the kingdom too.

I might lose my head to the Kingsman’s ax,

but I’ll try and fool him too.

– The King of Fools

Quazar knew Russet had ridden kangas when visiting Flotsam on several occasions, and the young man was well trained in adaptation, as much as anything. But the ease with which he rode the two-legged creature amazed him. Keeping pace, in fact leading the Zythians, the three went charging down through a lane formed by two huge groups of people yet to be dazed. The row of guards in the middle were cut down faster than they could turn, and Russet was screaming, “I’m your king! Fight with your king!”

Two blue-armored fighters stepped in front of his kanga, and he waited until the kanga used its unihorn to deflect the blade of the one on the left before he removed the head of the other.

On his back swing, he slashed the left Trigon fighter’s back wide open.

The next one started to blast at King Russet, but an arrow fired from the Zythian right behind him sprouted in the attacker’s eye socket, causing his pulse of gooey blue liquid to go astray and splatter a dozen people breaking loose of their captivity.

The idea of it made Quazar wince, but it looked as if Russet had a real chance, so their lives weren’t wasted. Other men came busting out of the pens behind their king. They were screaming and angry, and had the momentum of rage and a little surprise behind them. It wasn’t long before the few remaining Trigon guards were tackled and subdued.

Quazar’s heart leapt with hope. The noise the men were making in the pens caused the terrible thing to look right past Russet’s group. They were inside its protection now, and about to strike.

It turned chaotic then, and Quazar started casting shieldings overhead of the king and the two Zyths. The Zythian beside him copied his spell perfectly, and a whole group of Parydonians from the pen were protected from above. As soon as they realized this, they started fighting their way toward their king even harder.

Russet was getting close and just about to streak by and hopefully decapitate the creature. The boy was good enough with a blade to kill ogres and school gargans, so Quazar didn’t doubt him, he just held little hope. Still, Russet was about to attempt the deed. Quazar had never respected the fortitude of anyone more. He was watching a king risk all for his people, even though he could be safe and sound in Saint Elm’s Deep instead.

He found he wasn’t even breathing.

Quazar wondered if a sword would even harm it, and then it didn’t matter anymore, for the mass of energy leapt from where it had been squatted down jabbing people, right before Russet swung his sword. It changed into the form of a great blue dragon as it rose, leaving Russet looking as angry as ever. It glided

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