and that’s that.”
I
felt the tension rise in the large room. We were getting nowhere trying to
charm Torrid free and I knew we’d have to battle for his freedom.
Liam
gazed at me. With only the blink of his eyes, he warned me of what was to
come.
Zanlord
looked quizzically at Liam then turned his gaze to me. After a befuddled
moment his eyes narrowed and I knew he’d recognized me.
Before
he could act on that recognition, Liam jumped him, smacking his elbow up under
the large Catcher’s jaw. Zanlord grabbed his throat as his mind tried to
register what had just happened. I know I only had a few seconds before he
attacked Liam. If ever my magical powers were to be of help, it would have to
be now.
But
what? What magical trick could I conjure that would help us win this fight.
“Bind
his feet,” Liam called out.
I
immediately shut my eyes and envisioned a thick rope that wrapped around
Zanlord’s ankles. Opening my eyes, I was pleased to see the very same thick
rope I’d imagined around his ankles. Without waiting for another order from
Liam, I conjured up a rope to bind his hands.
This
time my magic missed the mark and the rope simply fell over his shoulder, limp
and useless. It was just enough to give him time to lash out at Liam. With a
fist hard and heavy like a sledgehammer, he swung at Liam’s head.
With
a quick blink I put up a temporary shield in front of Liam. Zanlord slammed
his fist into the shield and even from where I stood, I could hear his bones
shatter.
Letting
out a roar of anger, he turned his murderous glare to me. “You! A djinn? All
I need is a good excuse to crush one of you lousy creatures.” With his ankles
still bound together, he hopped forward and reached out to me with his good
hand, his fingers extended as he aimed at my neck.
Startled,
I stepped back and missed my chance to put up a protective shield, but Liam
intercepted him and though he wasn’t able to cause any damage to the mammoth Catcher,
he did manage to keep him from getting his hands on me.
With
Zanlord once again distracted by Liam, I conjured a strong wire cable to bind
his wrists. I watched the struggle between the strong young warrior and the
oversized Catcher, my conjured cable snaking around him as it tried to get a
hold of one wrist.
Letting
out a snarl of surprise and aggravation, Zanlord fought against the cable as it
finally got a good hold of one wrist and quickly reached out for the other
wrist.
He
was sufficiently subdued and I took advantage of the situation. I rushed to
the large bottle in the corner and pulled off the cork. In a plume of violet
fog, Torrid rushed out and materialized in front of me.
Thrilled,
ecstatic and beyond relieved, I smiled at him and threw my arms around his
neck. “I thought I might never see you again,” I whispered into his ear.
Hearing
a grunt from Liam we both turned to see him struggle against Zanlord. I gave
the big lout a mental push back and he fell into the corner.
“We
don’t have much time left before his replacement arrives,” Liam warned.
“I’m
still bound by this leather band.” Torrid held the band away from his wrist
and tried to pull it off.
Liam
whipped out a small jackknife, flicked the blade under the band and rid Torrid
of his confinement.
“Have
you guys been to the ward?”
Liam
and I nodded.
“We
have to do something.”
I
smiled. “I was thinking the same exact thing.”
A
tight grimace quickly flashed across Liam’s face, but he shot his disapproval
aside and nodded. “Fine. Let’s hurry and get as many of them free as we can
before all hell breaks loose.”
Liam
opened the door to the office and peered down the hall. “Okay, Gorge is coming
to replace Zanlord. He just stepped off the elevator. We’ll hurry toward the
right and head down the stairs.”
“You
guys are aware that the moment that replacement sees Zanlord tied and bound,
and sees that I’m no longer
I
felt the tension rise in the large room. We were getting nowhere trying to
charm Torrid free and I knew we’d have to battle for his freedom.
Liam
gazed at me. With only the blink of his eyes, he warned me of what was to
come.
Zanlord
looked quizzically at Liam then turned his gaze to me. After a befuddled
moment his eyes narrowed and I knew he’d recognized me.
Before
he could act on that recognition, Liam jumped him, smacking his elbow up under
the large Catcher’s jaw. Zanlord grabbed his throat as his mind tried to
register what had just happened. I know I only had a few seconds before he
attacked Liam. If ever my magical powers were to be of help, it would have to
be now.
But
what? What magical trick could I conjure that would help us win this fight.
“Bind
his feet,” Liam called out.
I
immediately shut my eyes and envisioned a thick rope that wrapped around
Zanlord’s ankles. Opening my eyes, I was pleased to see the very same thick
rope I’d imagined around his ankles. Without waiting for another order from
Liam, I conjured up a rope to bind his hands.
This
time my magic missed the mark and the rope simply fell over his shoulder, limp
and useless. It was just enough to give him time to lash out at Liam. With a
fist hard and heavy like a sledgehammer, he swung at Liam’s head.
With
a quick blink I put up a temporary shield in front of Liam. Zanlord slammed
his fist into the shield and even from where I stood, I could hear his bones
shatter.
Letting
out a roar of anger, he turned his murderous glare to me. “You! A djinn? All
I need is a good excuse to crush one of you lousy creatures.” With his ankles
still bound together, he hopped forward and reached out to me with his good
hand, his fingers extended as he aimed at my neck.
Startled,
I stepped back and missed my chance to put up a protective shield, but Liam
intercepted him and though he wasn’t able to cause any damage to the mammoth Catcher,
he did manage to keep him from getting his hands on me.
With
Zanlord once again distracted by Liam, I conjured a strong wire cable to bind
his wrists. I watched the struggle between the strong young warrior and the
oversized Catcher, my conjured cable snaking around him as it tried to get a
hold of one wrist.
Letting
out a snarl of surprise and aggravation, Zanlord fought against the cable as it
finally got a good hold of one wrist and quickly reached out for the other
wrist.
He
was sufficiently subdued and I took advantage of the situation. I rushed to
the large bottle in the corner and pulled off the cork. In a plume of violet
fog, Torrid rushed out and materialized in front of me.
Thrilled,
ecstatic and beyond relieved, I smiled at him and threw my arms around his
neck. “I thought I might never see you again,” I whispered into his ear.
Hearing
a grunt from Liam we both turned to see him struggle against Zanlord. I gave
the big lout a mental push back and he fell into the corner.
“We
don’t have much time left before his replacement arrives,” Liam warned.
“I’m
still bound by this leather band.” Torrid held the band away from his wrist
and tried to pull it off.
Liam
whipped out a small jackknife, flicked the blade under the band and rid Torrid
of his confinement.
“Have
you guys been to the ward?”
Liam
and I nodded.
“We
have to do something.”
I
smiled. “I was thinking the same exact thing.”
A
tight grimace quickly flashed across Liam’s face, but he shot his disapproval
aside and nodded. “Fine. Let’s hurry and get as many of them free as we can
before all hell breaks loose.”
Liam
opened the door to the office and peered down the hall. “Okay, Gorge is coming
to replace Zanlord. He just stepped off the elevator. We’ll hurry toward the
right and head down the stairs.”
“You
guys are aware that the moment that replacement sees Zanlord tied and bound,
and sees that I’m no longer
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