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hunters?” Rayne questioned.
“Yep, sure can. It’ll be less than half a mile until they reach the outer border of our spell.”
“Hold out until they are within twenty-five feet. If possible, let them in, and then close the door behind them. We’ll handle the rest.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Kyra answered .
Aaron heard several snorts from his brethren and couldn’t stop his smile. The tension level within their shield lowered. Kyra was a great witch and a huge smart-ass.
Perfect combination .
Ignoring the laughter, Rayne continued, “The rest of you split up and get ready. We need to take the hunters out as quickly as possible. Royce, Rory, and Lennox, be ready to bring the fire if needed. You’ll also need to burn the bodies.”
“We’re ready,” the Guardsmen in dragon form answered in unison .
Their minute long wait seemed to last for hours. No one said a word. Aaron was sure everyone held their breath. The sound of Kyra’s voice brought them all to attention. “One…Two…Three…and it’s up.”
“Ready. They’ll be here in five…four…three…two…and NOW!” Rory shouted the command.
“Let me know when to close the door,” Kyra yelled over the sounds of Guardsmen engaging in battle.
The clanging of swords echoed through their enclosure. The whish of the hunter’s arrows as they missed their targets, along with the sounds of battle, joined the skirmish. Out of the corner his eye, Aaron saw the giant cats getting into position just as a broadsword narrowly missed his head. The hunters fighting tactics were evolving; they added swords to their repertoire.
Hell yeah! Now for some fun.
Narrowing his focus to only the black hooded figure before him, Aaron steadied his stance and loosened his grip on the leather handle of his katana. Fear flashed in the eyes of his opponent. He noted the slight shiver that shook his enemy’s body and had to grin.
Scared, huh? Good for you, but it won’t save your ass tonight.
Desperation and fear leaked from every pore as the hunter lunged forward, swinging his blade at Aaron’s neck. The Guardsman lifted his left hand, effectively blocking the strike with his forearm while slashing his opponent’s neck in one swift motion. Blood spurted from the hunter’s neck as he fell to the ground.
Unable to care, Aaron prepared for the next. They came one right after the other, all unprepared for a fight with the century-old Guardsmen. He hated the loss of life, but they had attacked and he had to defend. They were brainwashed fanatics and therefore, unable to be reformed.
The black figures were running in all directions. Some fought, most sought cover. Whatever battle plans they’d come into the fight with had once again been blown to hell by the dragons.
Still the fight continued. Hunters’ screams bounced off the walls of their magical containment. Bodies dropped. Blood soaked the ground as dead hunters littered the ground.
Aaron made his way up the mountain, exterminating all threats that came his way. He had no idea how long they fought, only the sound of Royce’s voice in his head slowed his siege.
“Less than a dozen remain on the ground and they’re pounding against the containment to be let out. I count ten on the mountain, all in Aaron and Aidan’s vicinity.”
Glancing to the side, Aaron saw his twin fighting two hunters at once. His style was finesse where Aaron’s was brute force. They truly were mirror images of each other. His musings were cut short when the battle cry of one fearless, or stupid, hunter cut through the air. The hunter’s blade made contact with Aaron’s upper arm, leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
Ignoring the fire that tore through his arm, Aaron countered with an upswing, barely missing his enemy, who spun before thrusting forward. His bravado was his undoing. A slight misstep caused the hunter to lean to his left; Aaron capitalized on the other’s misfortune and swung with purpose. His blade cut
“Yep, sure can. It’ll be less than half a mile until they reach the outer border of our spell.”
“Hold out until they are within twenty-five feet. If possible, let them in, and then close the door behind them. We’ll handle the rest.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Kyra answered .
Aaron heard several snorts from his brethren and couldn’t stop his smile. The tension level within their shield lowered. Kyra was a great witch and a huge smart-ass.
Perfect combination .
Ignoring the laughter, Rayne continued, “The rest of you split up and get ready. We need to take the hunters out as quickly as possible. Royce, Rory, and Lennox, be ready to bring the fire if needed. You’ll also need to burn the bodies.”
“We’re ready,” the Guardsmen in dragon form answered in unison .
Their minute long wait seemed to last for hours. No one said a word. Aaron was sure everyone held their breath. The sound of Kyra’s voice brought them all to attention. “One…Two…Three…and it’s up.”
“Ready. They’ll be here in five…four…three…two…and NOW!” Rory shouted the command.
“Let me know when to close the door,” Kyra yelled over the sounds of Guardsmen engaging in battle.
The clanging of swords echoed through their enclosure. The whish of the hunter’s arrows as they missed their targets, along with the sounds of battle, joined the skirmish. Out of the corner his eye, Aaron saw the giant cats getting into position just as a broadsword narrowly missed his head. The hunters fighting tactics were evolving; they added swords to their repertoire.
Hell yeah! Now for some fun.
Narrowing his focus to only the black hooded figure before him, Aaron steadied his stance and loosened his grip on the leather handle of his katana. Fear flashed in the eyes of his opponent. He noted the slight shiver that shook his enemy’s body and had to grin.
Scared, huh? Good for you, but it won’t save your ass tonight.
Desperation and fear leaked from every pore as the hunter lunged forward, swinging his blade at Aaron’s neck. The Guardsman lifted his left hand, effectively blocking the strike with his forearm while slashing his opponent’s neck in one swift motion. Blood spurted from the hunter’s neck as he fell to the ground.
Unable to care, Aaron prepared for the next. They came one right after the other, all unprepared for a fight with the century-old Guardsmen. He hated the loss of life, but they had attacked and he had to defend. They were brainwashed fanatics and therefore, unable to be reformed.
The black figures were running in all directions. Some fought, most sought cover. Whatever battle plans they’d come into the fight with had once again been blown to hell by the dragons.
Still the fight continued. Hunters’ screams bounced off the walls of their magical containment. Bodies dropped. Blood soaked the ground as dead hunters littered the ground.
Aaron made his way up the mountain, exterminating all threats that came his way. He had no idea how long they fought, only the sound of Royce’s voice in his head slowed his siege.
“Less than a dozen remain on the ground and they’re pounding against the containment to be let out. I count ten on the mountain, all in Aaron and Aidan’s vicinity.”
Glancing to the side, Aaron saw his twin fighting two hunters at once. His style was finesse where Aaron’s was brute force. They truly were mirror images of each other. His musings were cut short when the battle cry of one fearless, or stupid, hunter cut through the air. The hunter’s blade made contact with Aaron’s upper arm, leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
Ignoring the fire that tore through his arm, Aaron countered with an upswing, barely missing his enemy, who spun before thrusting forward. His bravado was his undoing. A slight misstep caused the hunter to lean to his left; Aaron capitalized on the other’s misfortune and swung with purpose. His blade cut
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