Page 82 of Game on Askole

I felt Zarek’s alarm.“The fools transported Adan onto their ship?”

“Not exactly. He kinda hitched a ride.”

“If Father is hungry, he can and will eat the entire crew,”Detja advised.

“He did say he hadn’t eaten in a while.”

Cedras butted in.“My lord, we located the Legionnaire ship, but before we could board it, there was an explosion.”

Damn. Adan was dead? Didn’t think the dimwits had it in them.

A brilliant orange glow popped into existence and spun rapidly. I shielded my eyes. “What the hell?”

The spinning light accelerated until a vortex formed. Bolts of green lightning crackled wildly around the growing opening. A very fat Adan rolled out.

“He’s back.”I gasped as a leg kicked against Adan’s hide from the inside. Shit! There were other body parts moving inside him.

In a blink of an eye, Adan transformed back into a Gorum.

Eating had increased his power. A bunch.“You’re one lucky shape-shifter to get off the ship before it blew.”

“I destroyed the vessel. The Legionnaires’ attacks on my daughter cannot continue.”

“Works for me. Now if we can only find the skinny bitch and end her.”

Zarek sighed.

Whoops.“Sorry, sir.”

“I have missed you, Father,”Detja interjected; her voice was thick with tears.

“And I you, daughter.”

“Why did you leave?”

“The Elders sent more executioners after me. I would not risk you again.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the Askole twitch.“You up for dessert, Adan?”

Adan stared at the bounty hunter for a long moment.“He would be quite tasty dipped in chocolate.”

“Uh. Well.”How did I respond to that? Did I tell him to throw in some bananas, a sprinkle of nuts, and, to make the Askole really yummy, add a little whipped cream? God, no.

With a roar of fury, the Askole bounty hunter jumped to his feet.“You think you have won? I have never been defeated. Prepare to die.”

I gawked at him.“You seriously think you can fight Adan and win?”

“Yes. I am Askole. The Gorum cannot save you, female.”

“He’s not actually a Gorum. If I were you, I’d run.”

“Askole warriors never run.”The hunter picked up the Bjarke’s sword and waved it at us.

Like a sword could do any damage?“Not even from a Katanic shape-shifter?”

“They are a myth used to frighten children,”was the moron’s response.

“Okey-doke. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

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