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dagger wasn’t sharp enough or pointed enough to punch through the man's chest so he had aimed higher.
The first bodyguard had turned his head as the blade flew past his face. He looked only long enough to see that it had hit the man stepping up beside him, but that was all the distraction Galen needed. When the man turned back to face him, Galen had leapt forward, his sword already out in front of him. The man tried to block. He was almost fast enough. Galen’s sword hadn’t buried in his gut, but the first inch or so had punctured the stomach, and when the man’s sword knocked it away, it tore open his stomach. He fell to the ground, trying to cover the huge wound. He was already dying, his intestines creeping out of the wound around his hands.
Jerrie had grabbed Galen’s magical dagger in his right hand. He had another dulled training dagger in his left. It wouldn’t do much damage slashing, but he could still stab with it. He ran to the man on the far right. Galen had already picked up the fallen man’s sword and was moving to the left. They would have a better chance if they didn’t let themselves get surrounded. In reality, the other men didn’t have much of a chance, but anything could happen in a fight. A piece of gravel could turn an ankle and change the whole dynamic of a fight. That was one of Galen’s many lessons.
T wo of the five remaining men came at Jerrie while the other three turned toward Galen. The first man thrust his sword straight at Jerrie’s stomach. Jerrie was at a full sprint, so he didn’t have time to counter. He threw his head back, falling to his knees. He slid under the blade on his knees, the blade an inch from his face. Jerrie raised his blade up into the man’s groin as he barreled into his legs. They rolled away together. When Jerrie came to his feet the other man did not. Jerrie turned and ducked as the other swordsman, who had crept up behind, tried to decapitate him. Jerrie leapt back out of range of the backswing and was heading back towards the man the moment his feet touched the ground. The man had barely started bringing his sword back in front of him when Jerrie grabbed his wrist and slid Galen’s magical dagger between the man’s ribs and into his heart.
When he pulled the dagger free he looked toward Galen. He had already put one man down. He was about to put the second one down, just as the third pulled a small crossbow from his hip and fired. Jerrie was already sprinting to help, but he couldn’t get there in time.
The bolt had buried deep in Galen’s thigh. It wasn’t fatal, but it had been enough to drop him to his knees. The man who had been on his heels before quickly went on the offensive. Galen tried to dodge the thrust aimed at the center of his chest, but he wasn’t able to move fast enough. The sword buried into his shoulder. He pulled the bolt out of his thigh and buried it in the man’s stomach. Then he turned around to the crossbowman, who was now coming at him with a sword raised over his head. Then the man’s head suddenly jerked back, and his sword fell out of his hands. A dagger came around and slid across the man’s throat. Blood spayed all over him. Galen wiped the blood from his eyes and looked up at Jerrie as he let the man fall. “Don’t forget, I taught you that.”
Jerrie tried to help Galen, but the blade had severed the artery in his armpit. Jerrie held him in his arms and watched as the life left his eyes. He looked around at the men they had killed. They weren’t Black Dragons, but they had been sent by them. For the second time in his life the Black Dragons had taken a father from him.
He knew he couldn’t stay here. The Black Dragons didn’t leave loose ends. He was an orphan again. He took Galen’s knife. He went inside and filled a shoulder pack with simple clothes , three pouches of silver, and two pouches of gold. He would have to be careful with the gold. Gold might attract attention. He washed himself,
The first bodyguard had turned his head as the blade flew past his face. He looked only long enough to see that it had hit the man stepping up beside him, but that was all the distraction Galen needed. When the man turned back to face him, Galen had leapt forward, his sword already out in front of him. The man tried to block. He was almost fast enough. Galen’s sword hadn’t buried in his gut, but the first inch or so had punctured the stomach, and when the man’s sword knocked it away, it tore open his stomach. He fell to the ground, trying to cover the huge wound. He was already dying, his intestines creeping out of the wound around his hands.
Jerrie had grabbed Galen’s magical dagger in his right hand. He had another dulled training dagger in his left. It wouldn’t do much damage slashing, but he could still stab with it. He ran to the man on the far right. Galen had already picked up the fallen man’s sword and was moving to the left. They would have a better chance if they didn’t let themselves get surrounded. In reality, the other men didn’t have much of a chance, but anything could happen in a fight. A piece of gravel could turn an ankle and change the whole dynamic of a fight. That was one of Galen’s many lessons.
T wo of the five remaining men came at Jerrie while the other three turned toward Galen. The first man thrust his sword straight at Jerrie’s stomach. Jerrie was at a full sprint, so he didn’t have time to counter. He threw his head back, falling to his knees. He slid under the blade on his knees, the blade an inch from his face. Jerrie raised his blade up into the man’s groin as he barreled into his legs. They rolled away together. When Jerrie came to his feet the other man did not. Jerrie turned and ducked as the other swordsman, who had crept up behind, tried to decapitate him. Jerrie leapt back out of range of the backswing and was heading back towards the man the moment his feet touched the ground. The man had barely started bringing his sword back in front of him when Jerrie grabbed his wrist and slid Galen’s magical dagger between the man’s ribs and into his heart.
When he pulled the dagger free he looked toward Galen. He had already put one man down. He was about to put the second one down, just as the third pulled a small crossbow from his hip and fired. Jerrie was already sprinting to help, but he couldn’t get there in time.
The bolt had buried deep in Galen’s thigh. It wasn’t fatal, but it had been enough to drop him to his knees. The man who had been on his heels before quickly went on the offensive. Galen tried to dodge the thrust aimed at the center of his chest, but he wasn’t able to move fast enough. The sword buried into his shoulder. He pulled the bolt out of his thigh and buried it in the man’s stomach. Then he turned around to the crossbowman, who was now coming at him with a sword raised over his head. Then the man’s head suddenly jerked back, and his sword fell out of his hands. A dagger came around and slid across the man’s throat. Blood spayed all over him. Galen wiped the blood from his eyes and looked up at Jerrie as he let the man fall. “Don’t forget, I taught you that.”
Jerrie tried to help Galen, but the blade had severed the artery in his armpit. Jerrie held him in his arms and watched as the life left his eyes. He looked around at the men they had killed. They weren’t Black Dragons, but they had been sent by them. For the second time in his life the Black Dragons had taken a father from him.
He knew he couldn’t stay here. The Black Dragons didn’t leave loose ends. He was an orphan again. He took Galen’s knife. He went inside and filled a shoulder pack with simple clothes , three pouches of silver, and two pouches of gold. He would have to be careful with the gold. Gold might attract attention. He washed himself,
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