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Beware the Ills: Part 38

He lands on one of the floating sheets about four leaps away from me. The spear sits beyond him by the same amount. He runs. I follow, running sideways across the ice. I’m doing this to intimidate, to match his speed in a more relaxing posture. To his credit, he continues to be focused on retrieving his spear. He runs wild, and inarticulate, in flailing strips of pale skin and armor.

He’s starting to panic.

I don’t want to engage necessarily as we run. He’s unarmed, and that mode of combat tends to be unpredictable. The wind blows wildly. It whips my skin and boils my hair. I’m sweating beneath my black armor. It’s tedious. I dive towards him. I swing straight and thin, it could cut anyone in half. He ducks quickly beneath my blade and tries to jab me with his fists. I follow each move with my hilt and knock them aside. The punches are quick, but not desperate. He swings his body around in a wide kick. I brace the black metal of his graves against my arm as the leg connects against me. The weight bursts against my arm, which trembles slightly in response.

He’s strong. I knew this already, but it still impresses me.

I throw him off me, and he rolls across the ice. He’s up and leaping to another sheet before I can even blink.

He nearly retrieved his spear. I follow him and match his speed. I slash at his belly in a killing swing. I connect and the snow howls. The black, plated armor splits open behind my swing. Harsh skin beams out exposed. No blood, guts, or bile.

I’m awestruck. He managed to swing his stomach backwards before I landed the strike.

No more underestimating him.

He’s reached the spear. He has it in his right hand, and he jumps away from me. He stops and crouches down on the ice. I follow but misjudge my leaps. I’m too close when I land on the ice beside him. He slams the spear down on top of me. The weight of the swing gives him speed. I brace myself as the strike hammers my sword into my shoulder. The round hook on the opposite side of the spear forms the bash. He twists the handle of the spear to hook my sword. I pull him close with my right arm. I can’t move, and neither can he.

We are deadlocked.

More snow is falling. I must think. I must contemplate. The white plate of ice we’re standing on bobs on the black water current. Nothing else moves. We’re both quivering as we lock our weapons. Blue roars wildly by the westward shore. I respect his anger and encouragement.

“I know all about you,” he grunts. His breath coils out in a cloud.

I stare at him. I want to speak to him, but it would be inadvisable.

“I should say we know all about, all about you and this.”

He looks around the island. I continue to stare. It’s a wild conversation without me even speaking. No one, save that Ill prince recently, has ever mentioned to me what I do here.

Not in plain speech.

“I know what you are, and what you’ve been doing. The Branch has been watching you for a hundred years. They have studied you, and your predecessors. You’ve been dissected. We’ve even learned your language.”

I don’t want to speak, but he’s using this conversation against me as a distraction. I must answer to consume his concentration, not mine.

“And?” I say softly.

He smiles shrewdly as we struggle.

“Aren’t you even impressed I know your language?”

More silence, I have no reply.

“We know who you are. They’ve been patient with this island. They’ve been testing it for a hundred years. They’ve even hired a few invaders to come here and learn the layout.”

I’ve had enough. I push him wildly with all my force. He nearly collapses but keeps standing and locked.

“You didn’t even see them,” he laughs back.

I’ve become angry. It’s not uncommon to have people talk to me, convinced they know the island back and out. This isn’t the first conversation like this.

“We know all about you, or the people before you. The role you play here, it’s been this way for years.”

Lies and truths.

“You’re a number in the line of many. We waited for the coldest winter and came. We figured it would slow you down.”

The fool shares his strategy. It will not change the outcome. He’s panicking deep down.

“Okay,” I say.

He’s no longer smiling.

“It should be an honor, if you know what that means, that I’ve come here to fight you.”

He licks his lips at me through a white smile.

It’s disgusting.

I break the deadlock in a flutter of iron and snow. Enough playing games and investigating, he needs to die right now. I shove him over. He spins at me stabbing the spear. We break from our stances and sprint slashing at one another. The diving spear follows my dashes and scrambles. The pain of each clash rattles across the wide river. He chases me back across the plates towards where the troops and Blue are watching us. I knock his blade away some more. We get to a few uneven plates. I start slashing at him wildly and vertically. This has been the hardest melee since we’ve started fighting.

He’s panicking.

I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it. 

In the heart of a magnificent battle scene. Sort of my specialty when it comes to action. Lots of anime and gaming influences in this one. Enjoy. More to come!

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