Page 84 of Amethyst and Iron
Now I was just… nothing.
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~Remnant~
The savagery belonged to her.
I could see it clear as day and as deep as the darkest night.
Barely checked ferocity, the brutality.
It was Rhyza, without a shadow of a doubt.
The ruthlessness, however?
Ah, that was all me.
Calculated, cold.Necessary.
Our son fought with both.
My arms folded across my chest, I stood at the rear of our underground training facility observing him in combat with several of my agents.
I’d picked them for specific reasons.
Vampires his age.
Vampires centuries older.
Two sorcerers who were loyal to The Shadowed.
An eclectic mix in which for me to properly gauge his abilities.
I’d watched him destroy the youngest with merely two blows between them and they now were sprawled unconscious on the concrete floor.
Whenever a hit landed against him, he didn’t just take it on the chin, as a facet of combat, he saw it as a personal slight.
Hmm.
He’d also disposed of a five-hundred-year-old vampire using shrewd tactics, but while also sustaining a great deal of damage.
Now I steeled myself as I took in him trading blows with my seven-hundred-year-old vampire, Eduardo, his long brown hair flipping around wildly as he used bursts of vampire speed to move in and around Lazriel to subvert his expectations and make it near-impossible for him to land a hit.
Or so he thought, until he burst forward, but Lazriel executed a wolf leap, sailing over his head, landing barely stably, then spinning around and wrenching at Eduardo’s throat. Lazriel then used the hold to flip him down onto his back with a brutal thud.
He straddled him—again, like a wolf.
That was where he shone—when he had an opponent pinned.
I saw him register a blow before my vampire executed it, snatching his wrist, snapping it, then doing the same with his neck.
Hmm.
He jumped back to his feet, just as my magic-wielders moved in.
Two blasts of streaming magic—one from either side of him—knocked him to his knees.
But it was merely a moment before he reared back and used the momentum to spring to his feet. He remained upright, withstanding the onslaught of two of my strongest magic-wielders.
