Hell's Warrior by Jaye Roycraft

Author:Jaye Roycraft
Language: ara, eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BelleBooks, Inc.
Published: 2014-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

CADE STEPPED FROM between the garages and was speared to the ground. He looked down at his own body as if he were a spectator viewing Che Kincade from the grandstands of some arena. He saw his body pierced by a long halberd like some appetizer on the end of a cocktail fork. Again, there was no pain, not yet, just shock at the surprise of the attack. His gaze shifted, and the vampire holding the halberd came into focus. It was like looking in the mirror . . . almost. The vamp had long straight hair, almost as black as Cade’s own, and coppery skin, but his eyes were light, hazel or green. Also unlike Cade’s, they had a slight slant. Asian? A half-breed? Like me? Perhaps, but Cade felt no kinship with this monster. This was the assassin, the true assassin, one of those damned Asians with an unpronounceable name that sounded like a cat hacking up a hairball.

Cade scuttled backwards, trying to disengage himself from the bladed tip of the halberd, but Hairball moved with him, keeping pressure on the weapon.

“The great Che Kincade, run through like meat on a spit. I’m disappointed. I thought you’d be more of a challenge.” The voice was smooth, unlike the stereotypical Asian who never failed to murder the English tongue.

Cade said nothing, still trying to see everything there was to see, like that spectator in the stands. Stupidly he realized what had happened. The weakness and disorientation could only mean one thing. His heart had been pierced.

He watched as Hairball flicked his gaze to the body between the garages. “You didn’t think he was me, did you?” The pale eyes stared at Cade again. “Ah. You did. His job was merely to locate you. He did his job. Now I do mine.”

Cade looked at the shaft of the halberd protruding from his chest. There wasn’t much blood, for the weapon still plugged the wound, but loss of blood wasn’t the problem. It was how to extricate himself from the weapon. He ran his gaze up the shaft to the black gloved hand holding it.

“You think this is all you have to worry about? No.” With his other hand Hairball brought forth a sword from the folds of his full-length coat. It was the most impressive weapon Cade had ever seen.

“From those pig stickers in your hands, I can see you don’t know weapons. Allow me to educate you.”

Cade couldn’t think. All he could do was to stare at what was likely to be the instrument of his death. It was a macabre sword, with a patterned blade and a gilded guard in the shape of a flying bat. The bat’s head faced down toward the blade, its protruding eyes gaping, one would guess, at the swordsman’s foe. The bat’s wings stretched outward on either side of the blade, their tips curled backward in tight spirals.

“The blade is nearly thirty inches long. Some call it a Kung Fu sword. It’s a Ch’ing, named for the last of the Chinese dynasties.

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