Blood of the Watcher by Holmberg D.K

Author:Holmberg, D.K.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2016-04-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Rsiran emerged to chaos.

Brusus stood in the hall outside the room, both knives spinning as he darted forward, attacking as best he could. Jessa crouched inside the room, her long knife held out like a sword, but Brusus blocked her from getting too far into the hall. For that, Rsiran was grateful.

Jessa let out a relieved sigh when he returned. “Rsiran. What happened to Thom?”

“I left him.”

“Where?”

Brusus grunted as she asked and stepped into the doorway. “Glad you’re back, Rsiran. I could use a little help.”

Rsiran pulled on the knives in his pockets and drew them out. “On the rocks outside of the city,” he said. “I hope he’s there when we return.”

Jessa’s brow creased in a worried frown, but she nodded.

Rsiran Slid forward, moving past Brusus.

Five men were in the narrow hall. Three held unsheathed swords. Two had crossbows.

He went after the men with crossbows first, sending two knives streaking toward them. The nearest man fell as one of Rsiran’s knives pierced his chest. The other man managed to avoid the knife, stepping out of the way so it hit the wall. Rsiran pulled, Sliding as he did, and sent the knife crashing into the back of the man’s head. He fell in a heap.

That left the three men with swords.

Brusus parried with one, moving quickly with his knives, dancing with nearly the deadly grace of Haern. But his shirt was already stained with blood from more than one injury, and Rsiran realized he was moving more slowly with each passing moment.

How badly was he hurt?

He shook away the question.

Rsiran could see the other two swordsmen moving into position on the other side, attempting to pin Brusus against the wall. Sliding, he emerged behind them. The nearest man spun, flashing his sword toward him. Rsiran sent two knives spinning toward it to block. The man slapped the nearest out of the air and raised his sword to attack.

Rsiran sent another knife out, but the man easily dodged it as well. He had a few remaining, but they weren’t working, not here in the hall.

That left the heartstone sword.

Rsiran had never held it with a real intent to use it. All that he’d done was spar with Haern. This man moved with a deadly sort of speed, comfortable with his sword.

He unsheathed his sword, and the blade glowed with a dark blue light.

The man stepped back for a moment, then darted forward to attack.

Rsiran didn’t have time to think, only to react. He caught the slender steel blade with the edge of the heartstone blade and deflected it. Drawing on his connection to the heartstone, he pushed the sword, sending his attacker’s sword toward the wooden floor.

The man pulled it back, slipping beneath the attack, and swung his sword back up.

Rsiran somehow caught the blade again.

The man twisted, and Rsiran dropped his sword.

With a dark laugh, the man spun toward Rsiran who stood unarmed.

With his sword lying on the ground and a pocketful of useless knives, he realized Hearn was right, and he would fail because he hadn’t practiced enough.

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