He watched her every day, felt for her deeply. Months of absolute hell and misery like few people would ever know.īut he outgrew it, as she would in time. It had taken him months to get used to it.

In seconds she was scanned, in minutes her new heart was grown, and in hours she was alive again, alive and well but still gripped by fear. He took her to his home, his citadel, and placed her in the chamber. She was gripped with fear, unnatural fear. Shot once in the heart, killed in the line of duty, as were they all. A strange and wholly familiar shrug with one hand up and one hand down. The one that had shot the flames disappeared, its cloth pulling upward. She struggled to speak and spat out the words. Vibeke collapsed to the ground, the heat and fear churning in her stomach. He was engulfed in flames, his skin burned to black, then burned away, then his muscles, and organs and finally bones, until there was nothing left of him but vapor, and that vapor was blown away into the cold winds. The Geki flames erupted from under one of their cloaks, darting into Cato. But the question pulled an answer from her like their questions always did. The soldiers behind her fled as fast as they could, most screaming in terror.

I'm invincible to you, and I'm not going down before one girl with nobody by her side!”įear broke into her and choked her. “You didn't learn in the ravine, did ya, doll?” He began jumping from side to side, readying himself to strike. She held her Tikari high and took up an aggressive stance. She'd been dying since she lost Violet, only waiting for a good way to finish. It was the happiest thought she'd had in weeks. He was enough of an ass that she at least wanted to take him with her. “You think you can take me alone, sheila? You think you can take an elder without a single ally on our level? Or do you think that army behind you can do any good?” He was too self-absorbed to look her in the eyes and see that she was ready to check out. He mistook her invitation for an invitation to fight.

“You want to kill me, âWill'? You go right ahead.” She'd had enough of the fights, enough of wandering. He posed with his knife as if someone was taking his photo. He sloughed off his robe into the water and stood mostly naked, wearing only grotesquely tight, black leather briefs. Sorry, doll, but this is where it ends for you.” You couldn't even beat Mishka in a fistfight. “Not to toot my own horn, but you don't stand a chance against me. A nasty little flea that jumped to his hand and turned into a small karambit. Vibeke drew her Tikari, more out of habit than eagerness to fight.

I've been working for Wulfgar since his first stay. “Do you care? Do you care about the ravine at all? Never did myself, to be honest.

Guðsríki by Ari Bach