Page 236 of The Lands Defying
Darius lets loose his shards when we are close enough, and screams follow, arches of blood splattering the air and I have to wonder what caused that.
Then we are there, clashing with the few guards that realize another attack is coming from the side.
One opens his mouth to warn anyone, but Runa pounces, sending him down to the ground and her teeth are around his head in the next moment, tearing it from his body as I lift a blade and injure another, holding onto her fur so I don’t fall off.
Darius, however, crouches on the back of Drax, and when Draxton lunges for a rogure, Darius leaps off of him and comes down upon a guard, blade first.
The guard never stood a chance.
Patrick and Berthold shout deeper into the belly of their men, barking more orders.
Darius and I cleave a path to them, taking down rogure and man alike as our wolves protect our back. A punch comes my way, landing just at the edge of my chin and Darius is there, hand around the attacker’s throat and squeezing hard.
“You do not touch her!” he roars, and then blood is spurting from his mouth in a rough cough.
He shattered his throat.
A guard tries to take advantage of Darius’s distraction and comes at him with a sword, but I’m there.
I block it, moving our blades to the side and then I hit him square in the face, following it up with a strike of my blade across his neck.
I pant, looking down at the male before flicking my gaze to Darius. He’s smirking, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth to wipe the blood from there.
“You have a great punch, little wolf.”
I eye him.“It seems you have strong hands, Vihnarn.”
I turn and attack another guard as Darius does the same.
“My hands are capable of much more, as you know.”
“Not the time,”I growl at him.
“There is always a time. You know what your anger does to me. Now, do not let another touch you.”
Black mist forms around my feet and I watch as Darius’s magic swirls through the enemy, causing some to buckle and fall to the ground. With that, I spot Patrick up ahead, a rogure at his side, growling at anything and everything nearby.
When I move my gaze from it, it clashes with my cousin’s and though his widen for a moment, a smirk forms, eyes full of evil intent.
I’m frozen for a moment, but then I feel Darius’s magic still at my feet and no!
I won’t be afraid.
I lift my hand and point my blade at him. He laughs, head falling back on his shoulders and it makes me furious.
I gather power in my hand and I release it, causing a ripple of power to push out of me, knocking down a row or two of those who are in my way.
The smirk falls from his lips then, realizing the threat that I pose.
I head toward him, removing anything in my way, then a guard is there, sword in hand as he trembles. Darius throws a shard and it hits him straight in the neck. But as he drops, another rogure sees us, then another and another.
More guards move in front of Patrick, and I spot Berthold now close to his side, hands out as he holds the barrier, but I see it flickering as it weakens.
The others must be on the other side of him.
Darius begins letting loose his attack of shards, Drax and Runa tearing into anything they can grab in their jaws.
“Go for Berthold first, Runa, I will go after Patrick.” She growls at that. “You will get your turn. I vow it.” She nudges her head with mine and then we both set off.
