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Rerry’s. He felt his own. His callouses were small bumps by comparison. Scar’s hands were rough as cowhide, his muscles thick in the arms and shoulders, a bit more so than a typical elf’s. Scar moved with purpose and determination, but there was still the graceful ease of a fencer in his step. Rerry couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t in control. Scar still was, somehow.
I need to be careful. An enemy never shows his true intent until it’s too late.
They made it a few more miles, but then as they crossed through a thicket-filled gulch, the briars jabbed into their knees.
Scar spoke up again. “You know, it would be best if you remembered the farther south we go, the more likely it is we’ll run into elves. If they come upon us as your prisoners, it won’t go well for you.” Scar’s neck craned. His eyes were fixed in the trees. “It’ll be too late once you run into them. It’s best you turn yourselves over. As a matter of fact, I’ll even take you to Elome rather than back to the dungeon.” He walked around a low-hanging branch and turned around so he was walking backward, facing them. “I’ll be truthful. You’ll get better treatment there in Elome than you did back in the hole where I had you.”
“I’ll be making the decisions, thank you.”
Scar stopped, shaking his head slowly from side to side. “Boy, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Keep moving.” Rerry still had the rapier out, keeping Scar an arm and sword length away. Something crawled up his spine. He kept his eyes fixed on the elf. “I’m not playing games with you, Scar. Move.”
“You aren’t going to harm me. You aren’t going to harm my soldiers, either. You’re incapable.” Scar pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle.
The two elven soldiers exploded into motion. Hands still tied behind their backs, they hopped up, bringing their knees to their chests and slipping their hands under their feet so that they were in front of them. Heads low, they bolted into the woods.
“Samaz!” Rerry’s head twisted back and forth between his brother and Scar. “Go after them!”
Samaz gave chase, but it was clear to Rerry his brother would never catch the leaner and quicker elves. Samaz wasn’t slow for a man, but he was for an elf.
“Ha ha ha!” Scar belted out a wicked laugh. “You’ll never catch them. At least not your brother. They’re gone. Long gone. It’s only a matter of time before they bring more after you, foolish boys.”
“Well, we still have you.” Rerry’s confident voice was now shaken.
“You don’t sound so sure of yourself, Rerry.” Scar walked right up to him and stared him in the eye with the sword right on his chest. “Make me march somewhere now, child.”
“Don’t tempt me, Scar. I might not kill you, but I won’t hesitate to maim you if you try to escape.”
Brows high, Scar said, “Really? Like your brother did? Do it.”
Rerry swallowed. Sweat rolled from his hairline into his eyes. The salty sweat stung. He blinked.
Scar struck. A leg sweep took Rerry from his feet and landed him flat on the ground. Before he could bounce back up, Scar’s boot collided with his ribs—once, twice, three times.
He curled up and groaned.
That did not just happen!
Rerry sat up just in time to see Scar standing a bit away under a tree with his rapier back in his hand. How Scar had slipped his bonds Rerry would never know.
With a grunt, the rugged elven soldier banged his shoulder into the tree, making a nasty pop . Pain filled his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with victory. “My shoulder was out of joint, not broken. Your bindings were weak. Your mind is as slow as a human’s.” Scar walked up and lorded over Rerry with his rapier. “Tell me, Rerry, who’s in command now?”
CHAPTER 15
A man stepped off the porch with a curled wooden pipe in his hand. He was a rangy fellow, tall, with the broad shoulders of a farmer or a smith. He gave Nath a double take,
I need to be careful. An enemy never shows his true intent until it’s too late.
They made it a few more miles, but then as they crossed through a thicket-filled gulch, the briars jabbed into their knees.
Scar spoke up again. “You know, it would be best if you remembered the farther south we go, the more likely it is we’ll run into elves. If they come upon us as your prisoners, it won’t go well for you.” Scar’s neck craned. His eyes were fixed in the trees. “It’ll be too late once you run into them. It’s best you turn yourselves over. As a matter of fact, I’ll even take you to Elome rather than back to the dungeon.” He walked around a low-hanging branch and turned around so he was walking backward, facing them. “I’ll be truthful. You’ll get better treatment there in Elome than you did back in the hole where I had you.”
“I’ll be making the decisions, thank you.”
Scar stopped, shaking his head slowly from side to side. “Boy, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Keep moving.” Rerry still had the rapier out, keeping Scar an arm and sword length away. Something crawled up his spine. He kept his eyes fixed on the elf. “I’m not playing games with you, Scar. Move.”
“You aren’t going to harm me. You aren’t going to harm my soldiers, either. You’re incapable.” Scar pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle.
The two elven soldiers exploded into motion. Hands still tied behind their backs, they hopped up, bringing their knees to their chests and slipping their hands under their feet so that they were in front of them. Heads low, they bolted into the woods.
“Samaz!” Rerry’s head twisted back and forth between his brother and Scar. “Go after them!”
Samaz gave chase, but it was clear to Rerry his brother would never catch the leaner and quicker elves. Samaz wasn’t slow for a man, but he was for an elf.
“Ha ha ha!” Scar belted out a wicked laugh. “You’ll never catch them. At least not your brother. They’re gone. Long gone. It’s only a matter of time before they bring more after you, foolish boys.”
“Well, we still have you.” Rerry’s confident voice was now shaken.
“You don’t sound so sure of yourself, Rerry.” Scar walked right up to him and stared him in the eye with the sword right on his chest. “Make me march somewhere now, child.”
“Don’t tempt me, Scar. I might not kill you, but I won’t hesitate to maim you if you try to escape.”
Brows high, Scar said, “Really? Like your brother did? Do it.”
Rerry swallowed. Sweat rolled from his hairline into his eyes. The salty sweat stung. He blinked.
Scar struck. A leg sweep took Rerry from his feet and landed him flat on the ground. Before he could bounce back up, Scar’s boot collided with his ribs—once, twice, three times.
He curled up and groaned.
That did not just happen!
Rerry sat up just in time to see Scar standing a bit away under a tree with his rapier back in his hand. How Scar had slipped his bonds Rerry would never know.
With a grunt, the rugged elven soldier banged his shoulder into the tree, making a nasty pop . Pain filled his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with victory. “My shoulder was out of joint, not broken. Your bindings were weak. Your mind is as slow as a human’s.” Scar walked up and lorded over Rerry with his rapier. “Tell me, Rerry, who’s in command now?”
CHAPTER 15
A man stepped off the porch with a curled wooden pipe in his hand. He was a rangy fellow, tall, with the broad shoulders of a farmer or a smith. He gave Nath a double take,
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