Page 121 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
One of them raises his weapon and takes aim. I’m too far to react.
This might be it.
But—he collapses mid-step, throat slashed.
Noviosk.
“You taking a nap or what?” he barks.
“Where the hell were you? And what’s with the weapon?”
“It’s a dagger,” he says like I asked the dumbest question ever.
Is he for real?
“I thought a Srebat only needed his claws?”
“My hands are soaked in blood, and I don’t have time to clean them. A blade wipes easier,” he replies matter-of-factly, wiping his on his pants.
“Right. Selective warrior code, got it.”
“You weren’t complaining when you asked to team up a few minutes ago.”
He’s not wrong. But now’s not the time.
I glance toward the main balcony. Vlad’s fighting off several guards. Just then, Danuk grabs Sam, slings her over his shoulder, and—jumps into the arena!
I need to get to her!
Damn it, that outfit they put her in barely covers anything. And I thought her Gekkarie suit was revealing… This purple-veil thing hides nothing. I want to rip the eyes out of everyone ogling her like that.
“You planning to daydream or survive?” Noviosk snaps.
That stings more than a blade. He’s right. Sam’s in danger—but if I lose focus now, I’m no help to her.
“Aww, Noviosk… You do care about me. I’m touched.”
“Couldn’t care less what happens to you after this. But for now, you’re watching my back while I watch yours. Move!”
“Sam… She’s over there!” I shout, pointing.
“By the Stars! Let’s go!”
“For once, we’re on the same page.”
We push forward, cutting through the chaos. The crowd’s joined the fight—most of the audience is now in the arena. I spot Jason and Xenon fighting back-to-back, holding their own.
“There!” Noviosk shouts, pointing at Danuk.
I spot him immediately. Like Noviosk, he towers over everyone. He’s moving with confidence, a blade in one hand, Sam held tight in the other. Every instinct in me screams to charge.
But just as I move, three guards block my path.
They draw their blades, ready to strike. I take a step back, sword raised, sizing them up.
“I’ll handle Danuk!” Noviosk calls out.
“Yeah, let’s do that!”
