Page 90 of Savage Throne

I shot at him two times and missed.

Tiles and wood splintered.

Then, I fired again and got him in the forehead.

He dropped to the floor.

Several men yelled out something I didn’t understand.

A man grabbed my shoulder and slung me to the ground.

“Ah!” I crashed to the rough surface, but the guns didn’t leave my hand. I pulled the trigger not even seeing who I was shooting.

Strangled cries echoed back and three bodies thudded onto the floor beside me.

I must have got them.

I didn’t wait to see who it was or who else was heading my way. Instead, I rolled my ass back, jumped up, and raced off.

There was an empty cot up ahead.

Then, a fucking dagger zipped by my face almost sliced off my nose.

OH MY GOD!

I fired in that direction, aiming at chests.

Two more men crumpled.

This is going to be impossible!

On my left, a man wielded a curved sword and swung it my way.

I got him in his crotch and rushed off, only catching his screams of terror.

Something sliced at my cheek.

I pivoted, narrowly dodging whatever it was.

Then, I tripped over something, boots or a bag. Next thing I knew I was screaming and tumbling toward a cot.

My side hit the metal.

The wind was knocked out of me.

For a moment, everything was a blur. Bright flashes of pain sparked behind my eyelids as I fought the dark fog threatening to cloud my mind.

I tasted blood in my mouth and realized I had bitten my tongue during my fall.

Then, I heard the footfalls of the men closing in on me.

Get up!

Suddenly, a gruff voice cut through the haze of pain. "This Black bitch is mine!"

A burly man barreled towards me with his face twisted into an ugly grin as his hand shot forward, palm open. He meant to grab me by the throat.

With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed past the pain and rolled off the cot just as his fingers closed around empty air.

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