Page 102 of Game on Askole

Great, the dancing fools were here too. I pulled out the training grenade and tossed it to the wannabe.“Catch!”

The idiot caught it. His eyes bugged out when he realized what he was holding.

Quickly shoving him back into the room, I slammed the door shut. A loudboomwas followed by shrieks.

Tihar’s eyes narrowed as smoke billowed out from under the door.

I stomped up to the former love of my life.“Miss me?”I threw up my hands.“Oh wait, you probably forgot who I am.”

Tihar’s tentacles squirmed angrily.“Why are you here, Sarah?”He dropped his voice to a whisper.“Leave. Now.”

“Leave?”The word came out as a shriek.“Not until I get what I came for.”

Whoosh!The floozy was back. She grabbed Tihar’s arm possessively.“Eskil is mine.”

“Aw, how sweet. You found a worthy mate.”

“What are you babbling about?”Tihar was beyond pissed.

The floozy bared her fangs.“Leave or die.”

“Relax, my lack of tentacles turns Eskil off. He’s all yours,afterhe fixes my DNA. I’ve decided a Coletti warrior suits me just fine.”

“Over my dead body,”Tihar snarled.

I pulled my laser pistol.“Works for me.”

“Mine.”The floozy swung at me.

Her fist whizzed harmlessly over my head. I fired my pistol. The stun beam hit her dead center in the chest. Violent muscle spasms shook her body, and down she went.

I smiled up at Tihar.“Where were we? Oh yeah, we need to talk about you leaving me, your floozy, and my screwed-up DNA. So, are you going to come quietly, or do we do this the hard way?”

Tihar stared at me for a long moment, then growled,“Are you deliberately trying to get yourself killed?”

“Gee, now you’re worried about me?”The next thing I knew, I was flying through the air. I turned my forward momentum into a fast tuck and roll and landed on my feet.“Who did that?”

“An Askole warrior just picked you up and lobbed you across the tavern,” Zoeyanswered.

Detja’s tone was one of extreme exasperation.“What happened to quick and quiet? Now our only option is to retreat.”

“But Tihar hasn’t agreed to come with us.”

“I have no wish to become Snoor’s captive. Do you?”

“No.”

With a loud roar, the Hus Ping bartender charged out of his cage, swinging a metal bar at my head.“Die. Spy.”

It missed me by a good foot and cracked a drunken Askole warrior right in the kisser.

I jumped out of the way as he came crashing down. The idiot bartender was used to dealing with tall folk, not pipsqueaks like me.

The bartender tried again andbam!He hit a Bjarke warrior in the head, knocking him on his ass.

The Bjarke’s buddy rattled off something in a language I didn’t know.

The bartender yelled a bunch of gobbledygook andboom!The fight was on. Other warriors joined in, and the brawl kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

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