World's Edge by Ryan Kirk

Author:Ryan Kirk [Kirk, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction
Amazon: B017FCVND8
Goodreads: 27564989
Publisher: Waterstone Media, LLC
Published: 2015-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

It didn’t take Moriko any time at all to draw attention to herself. As soon as she entered the camp, she was spotted by children playing among the tents. Their shouts brought the attention of their mothers, who screamed their surprise. Moriko moved forward calmly, her hands held high. The first warrior to reach her was a young man, barely the age of adulthood. There was an unnatural eagerness in his eyes, and he didn’t stop to question her as he lunged forward with his sword. Moriko saw it was a short blade, even shorter than those of the hunters she had encountered in the forest. It was more a long knife.

The young man was no hunter. His moves were obvious well in advance, and she easily knocked the blade off track with one hand while slamming her palm into his face. She wasn’t out to make enemies, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to be attacked either. His nose broke with a satisfying crunch and he was down on the ground in tears. She raised her hands again and looked at the young man with pity. The boy had probably been hoping for some story to woo the women with. She had wrecked that dream, probably for some time, given the new shape of his nose.

Next to the scene were two more young men who weren’t any more cautious. They saw their friend on the ground, and Moriko worried they weren’t getting off on the right foot here. They weren’t armed, but they charged her anyway. In a few moments each of them joined their friend on the ground, gasping for air.

The next group that approached was a group of seasoned warriors. Moriko hadn’t moved since fighting the young men. She had cleared a space, but she figured it was smartest not to work her way further into the camp until she’d actually spoken with someone. The warriors strode into the space where Moriko was standing, scattering women and children out of their way. Their leader was a bear of a man, at least two heads taller than Moriko. He looked at the scene she had caused and laughed. He said something in Azarian, but Moriko shrugged her shoulders. “I do not speak your language.”

The man was surprised, but recovered quickly. “It seems you have taught the young men here a lesson. I thank you.”

Moriko nodded, but the man wasn’t done.

“However, you will not do so well against me.” The man came after her, blade steady.

Moriko didn’t want to keep fighting, but it seemed she had no choice. More than anything, she didn’t want to have to draw her blade. In her mind, all was fair when it came to fists and fighting, but if you drew a blade, you drew it to kill. But the man attacking her was good. Very good. Moriko had to give up ground, and the man didn’t give her any openings she could exploit without her own blade. If she drew, the fight would be over in a moment, but it was the last action she was willing to take.

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