Waiting Game (The Chronicles of Covent) by J. L. Ficks

Author:J. L. Ficks [Ficks, J. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mirror images, magic, medieval, covent, dragons, fantasy, adventure, action, triloriad, heroes, epic, homespun
ISBN: 9781105524448
Publisher: Mirror Images Publishing
Published: 2012-01-03T08:00:00+00:00

Kishrub grinned, “Ah, yes, now me remember.”

“Yeah, you be quiet!” said Zulbash, “We remember now.”

“And?”

“Our master sends mussage,” Kishrub replied.

“Oh, and what message is that?”

Kishrub grinned a big toothy grin, “We’re dat mussage.”

“Really? I could use that massage. Sounds relaxing.” Shade sat back down. He gestured to his back and smirked slyly, “Rub right here, just above the left shoulder-blade. It’s a little sore from butchering all your master’s goons.”

“No not mussage!” Kishrub rattled his fists. “MUSSAGE!”

Zulbash pointed in accusation. “I told you, you mess it up!”

“Shut up or me mess you up!”

“You can’t mess me up!” Zulbash raged, “You can’t even say MOSSAGE!”

Shade rolled his eyes. Could either of these two Neanderthals get anything right? The Gorums bickered and shook their gargantuan fists at one another. The Dark Elf threw a helpless glance at Bwedrig who shrugged. The debate heated up until the assassin was sure it would erupt into a bloody brawl. He snapped, “Are you two pea-brains finished quarreling yet? Because you’re really starting to bore me.”

“We not joking,” Kishrub began again, “Lewd says you crawl back to yur swamphole in Jile and he’ll furgit da inslut next time he sees yur ugly face in Kurn.”

Shade finally laughed out loud. Inslut?

“You mess up again! Master put Shade in salt if he ever come back to Kurn.”

Shade laughed even harder.

“Dat make no sense!” Kishrub turned back to Zulbash. “Master says Shade bring good business to Kurn when Shade not trying to kill Master. Why Master put em in salt?”

“Shut up!”

“No, you shut up!”

Shade yawned. “Once again…bored.”

Kishrub pinched Shade by his cloak with his huge fingers, pulled him to his feet and roared, “You just do what we say or we break little Elf, you got dat?”

Zulbash pushed the assassin in the shoulder. “Yeah! We break you!”

Their strength was so great Shade had to put his right foot back to keep his footing. That was their mistake, their last mistake. His yellow eyes went electric. Their nerves jumped as a dangerous glint crackled in his eyes. He stepped towards them. His hands reached for the familiar cold steel of his hilts. He sneered, “Am I supposed to feel threatened? Lewd is a bigger fool than I thought if he thinks two brooding apes will be enough to deter me.”

“You murder Master over our dead bodies,” said Kishrub.

Shade swept his gaze from Kishrub to Zulbash and back again. His lips curled into a treacherous grin and he said smoothly, “That can be arranged.”

Zulbash slammed his fist into his open palm. “You try it and we pound you.”

Shade harrumphed and strode between the pair. He let them soak in the full ridicule of that playful grin frosting the edges of his lips. He saw their faces twist into horribly infuriated sneers. They were not used to being toyed with. No man or night mortal ever dared laugh at them, grin at them, mock them so, but that didn’t stop Shade. He paused in the middle of the room, his back turned to them.

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