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have your father!” Daniel yelled. He flung himself in the direction of Hugh and the Breken who were tormenting him.
Dearra ran in the opposite direction, charging toward the Maj being forced nearer and nearer the water, her rage making her heedless to any danger, but was forced to come to a skidding halt as two war horses, ridden by dark and furious giants, wheeled on her. One of the massive animals reared in the air just inches in front of her, and screamed a terrifying whinny over the sound of the waves and battle. Coming to a rest on all four hooves, it pranced and side stepped before her. She lifted her head to meet the angry glare of her enemy. The second rider had, by this time, turned his own mount back to the group he was forcing toward shore, unconcerned with the little bit of female fluff who stood in front of him.
“What have we here?” hissed the demon sitting astride his destrier. “A tiny morsel to make my trip home more enjoyable? Did you follow me here because you found yourself unable to resist the urge to join me? Is that why you came running, little mouse?”
“If you want her, then take her and be done with it,” the second rider said, sounding annoyed. “We’ve work to do.”
The first rider turned back to Dearra, laughing his cold and cruel laughter, but when his eyes met hers the sound died quickly in his throat. Her eyes flashed, the golden ring around the outside edge of them seeming to consume him in a fiery rage. Steadily, as if in slow motion, Dearra raised her sword into the air. A stray beam of sunlight found its way through the oppressive clouds to illuminate her sword. Then, in a flash too quick to follow with the eye, she brought the sword around in a sweeping arc. The rider brought his own sword around to meet her attack, but her blade whistled past, and too late, he realized her intent. The flat of Dearra’s sword slapped against the giant horse’s flank, and in a fit of panic and pain at the sudden assault, the horse reared high into the air. The crazed animal swung around, catching the other horse in the neck with a sharp hoof, and becoming entangled in the strap of the leather harness it wore.
“Now! Run!” Dearra shouted to the captives. The horses jostled and lunged blindly in their fear, and Dearra sprang away with the others as the riders struggled for control of their mounts.
The Maj, led by Hugh and Daniel, succeeded in leading the Breken further inland, away from their ships, and away from the caves. Small scuffles were fought away from the main fray, as groups of Breken broke off to attack where they saw weaknesses, only to rejoin the rest when they were done.
Hugh watched as best he could as his daughter darted between groups and helped to beat back attacks against those beginning to tire, or those whose skill could not meet that of the Breken they fought. At one point he noticed the sword she carried, and as realization dawned on him, his head snapped around, wide eyed, to meet Daniel’s gaze.
“Daniel! You did this! What is the meaning of this?” Any anger he might have felt that his daughter was in possession of the Sword of Cyrus, paled in comparison to his fear that she was fighting with a completely unknown weapon, in what had to be the most serious fight of her life thus far.
“Lord,” Daniel began, “might I suggest later would be a better time to discuss this, as we seem to be a bit busy right now?”
Struggling to control two especially vicious opponents, Hugh decided Daniel might have a point.
“I promise, Lord, just as soon as we…ah…finish up here, I will explain everything,” Daniel said sincerely.
Only mildly appeased, his worry for Dearra still digging at him, Hugh couldn’t hold back the venom from his voice as he practically spat out the words, “Damn right you will!” before turning his attention back to the fight, having been challenged by yet another foe.
Dearra was not aware, as she continued her search for anyone who
Dearra ran in the opposite direction, charging toward the Maj being forced nearer and nearer the water, her rage making her heedless to any danger, but was forced to come to a skidding halt as two war horses, ridden by dark and furious giants, wheeled on her. One of the massive animals reared in the air just inches in front of her, and screamed a terrifying whinny over the sound of the waves and battle. Coming to a rest on all four hooves, it pranced and side stepped before her. She lifted her head to meet the angry glare of her enemy. The second rider had, by this time, turned his own mount back to the group he was forcing toward shore, unconcerned with the little bit of female fluff who stood in front of him.
“What have we here?” hissed the demon sitting astride his destrier. “A tiny morsel to make my trip home more enjoyable? Did you follow me here because you found yourself unable to resist the urge to join me? Is that why you came running, little mouse?”
“If you want her, then take her and be done with it,” the second rider said, sounding annoyed. “We’ve work to do.”
The first rider turned back to Dearra, laughing his cold and cruel laughter, but when his eyes met hers the sound died quickly in his throat. Her eyes flashed, the golden ring around the outside edge of them seeming to consume him in a fiery rage. Steadily, as if in slow motion, Dearra raised her sword into the air. A stray beam of sunlight found its way through the oppressive clouds to illuminate her sword. Then, in a flash too quick to follow with the eye, she brought the sword around in a sweeping arc. The rider brought his own sword around to meet her attack, but her blade whistled past, and too late, he realized her intent. The flat of Dearra’s sword slapped against the giant horse’s flank, and in a fit of panic and pain at the sudden assault, the horse reared high into the air. The crazed animal swung around, catching the other horse in the neck with a sharp hoof, and becoming entangled in the strap of the leather harness it wore.
“Now! Run!” Dearra shouted to the captives. The horses jostled and lunged blindly in their fear, and Dearra sprang away with the others as the riders struggled for control of their mounts.
The Maj, led by Hugh and Daniel, succeeded in leading the Breken further inland, away from their ships, and away from the caves. Small scuffles were fought away from the main fray, as groups of Breken broke off to attack where they saw weaknesses, only to rejoin the rest when they were done.
Hugh watched as best he could as his daughter darted between groups and helped to beat back attacks against those beginning to tire, or those whose skill could not meet that of the Breken they fought. At one point he noticed the sword she carried, and as realization dawned on him, his head snapped around, wide eyed, to meet Daniel’s gaze.
“Daniel! You did this! What is the meaning of this?” Any anger he might have felt that his daughter was in possession of the Sword of Cyrus, paled in comparison to his fear that she was fighting with a completely unknown weapon, in what had to be the most serious fight of her life thus far.
“Lord,” Daniel began, “might I suggest later would be a better time to discuss this, as we seem to be a bit busy right now?”
Struggling to control two especially vicious opponents, Hugh decided Daniel might have a point.
“I promise, Lord, just as soon as we…ah…finish up here, I will explain everything,” Daniel said sincerely.
Only mildly appeased, his worry for Dearra still digging at him, Hugh couldn’t hold back the venom from his voice as he practically spat out the words, “Damn right you will!” before turning his attention back to the fight, having been challenged by yet another foe.
Dearra was not aware, as she continued her search for anyone who
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