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.She looked up and saw Ord grimace as he kicked at the armored stomach of the monster that had almost taken Myrmeen's head.Another creature flung itself at Ord, impaling itself on his blade as they both fell to the ground, the monster on top of Ord and still very much alive."Mother, save him!" Krystin shouted.Myrmeen ignored the girl, even though she had heard the creature's inhuman squeals and had seen it beat and claw at Ord, whom it had pinned down with its weight.Rage colored her thoughts, fueled by the gauntlet's magic.Ord had nearly cost Krystin her life.Let him fend for himself.Screaming, Myrmeen turned her back on Ord's dilemma.She described a wide arc with her brilliantly glowing hand, forcing several of the creatures back, then she plunged the weapon into the back of another soldier's head, this one approaching Krystin with a drawn sword.The creature convulsed as she withdrew her hand.Spinning, she realized that the monster Ord had impaled now was poised to crush his larynx with its heavy, misshapen hand.Her murderous thoughts cleared.She knew she had to help Ord, but too much distance separated them.Krystin, closer by two yards, screamed a curse at Myrmeen and leapt at the creature's hand.She grasped the monster's wrist as she flipped in midair and yanked the hand in the other direction.There was a sharp crack as the bones in the monster's arm snapped and the sword impaling it was dragged several inches through its gut.Myrmeen ran for them and punched her fist through the wailing creature's faceplate.The beast shuddered and died quickly.Myrmeen dragged the body from Ord as another pair of creatures glanced at each other, hesitated as if evaluating their odds of survival, then ordered their comrades to retreat.Myrmeen watched the creatures run.With considerable effort, Myrmeen forced the gauntlet's flames to recede.The fighter helped Ord to his feet and Krystin sprang at her."Get away from him!" Krystin screamed."You were going to let him die!"Krystin shoved her mother out of the way and took her place beside Ord.Myrmeen knew there was no time to argue or explain; that would have to come later.She led the others from the field of battle.They passed through several winding side streets, then came to the place the group had designated as a rendezvous in the event that they were ever attacked.Shandower and Lucius had insisted on these contingencies whenever they left the safe house.They entered the boarded-up temple, and Myrmeen nearly wept when she saw Reisz and Shandower waiting."Give it to me," Shandower hissed, pointing at the weapon with his remaining hand.The smell of burned flesh came to her suddenly and she realized that Reisz had made a small fire that they had used to cauterize Shandower's wound.Myrmeen looked down and saw her flesh beginning to melt, her skin fusing with the weapon.She yanked the gauntlet from her arm, restraining a scream as small sections of her flesh were torn away.Shandower grasped the weapon and threw it to the floor."It's meant for the other hand," Krystin pointed out as she saw Shandower slide his hand into the glove, "It won't-"There was an explosion of blue-white light and, when it faded, the gauntlet was snugly fit upon Shandower's remaining hand.Somehow, the weapon had reconfigured itself."Lucius?" Reisz asked."I don't know," Myrmeen said."I pray he survived, but his injuries were great.He vanished at the battle.We couldn't search for him.""We also can't stay here," Shandower said."You may have been followed.""We weren't," Ord said confidently."I was checking the entire time."Shandower laughed bitterly.A few backward glances and the boy felt secure.Shandower had been deprived of the magic from the apparatus for less than an hour, and in that time he had been overcome with the old, numbing fears.For a brief time he was able to see the threat of the Night Parade for what it had been all along, an unstoppable nemesis, an enemy that he could hold at bay for a time but never destroy.Now that he had the gauntlet back, he realized he had been foolish to entertain such dark, hopeless thoughts.His nose itched, and he raised his hand to scratch it.The hand was no longer there.Grinning, Shandower set his head back and closed his eyes.Myrmeen stared at his face and thought of the sensations that had coursed through her for the brief time that she had been empowered by the gauntlet: The magic had flowed through her, making her feel invulnerable, forcing away her fear and her doubts, helping her to focus on her single, driving goal, to destroy the Night Parade.Shandower was overcome by its power, she realized.If he had not been, he would have gone insane years ago.Then she thought of Lucius, of the warm, caring man he had revealed himself to be.He would survive, she thought.He had to survive.Myrmeen shifted her gaze to Krystin, who held her arm where she had been wounded [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She looked up and saw Ord grimace as he kicked at the armored stomach of the monster that had almost taken Myrmeen's head.Another creature flung itself at Ord, impaling itself on his blade as they both fell to the ground, the monster on top of Ord and still very much alive."Mother, save him!" Krystin shouted.Myrmeen ignored the girl, even though she had heard the creature's inhuman squeals and had seen it beat and claw at Ord, whom it had pinned down with its weight.Rage colored her thoughts, fueled by the gauntlet's magic.Ord had nearly cost Krystin her life.Let him fend for himself.Screaming, Myrmeen turned her back on Ord's dilemma.She described a wide arc with her brilliantly glowing hand, forcing several of the creatures back, then she plunged the weapon into the back of another soldier's head, this one approaching Krystin with a drawn sword.The creature convulsed as she withdrew her hand.Spinning, she realized that the monster Ord had impaled now was poised to crush his larynx with its heavy, misshapen hand.Her murderous thoughts cleared.She knew she had to help Ord, but too much distance separated them.Krystin, closer by two yards, screamed a curse at Myrmeen and leapt at the creature's hand.She grasped the monster's wrist as she flipped in midair and yanked the hand in the other direction.There was a sharp crack as the bones in the monster's arm snapped and the sword impaling it was dragged several inches through its gut.Myrmeen ran for them and punched her fist through the wailing creature's faceplate.The beast shuddered and died quickly.Myrmeen dragged the body from Ord as another pair of creatures glanced at each other, hesitated as if evaluating their odds of survival, then ordered their comrades to retreat.Myrmeen watched the creatures run.With considerable effort, Myrmeen forced the gauntlet's flames to recede.The fighter helped Ord to his feet and Krystin sprang at her."Get away from him!" Krystin screamed."You were going to let him die!"Krystin shoved her mother out of the way and took her place beside Ord.Myrmeen knew there was no time to argue or explain; that would have to come later.She led the others from the field of battle.They passed through several winding side streets, then came to the place the group had designated as a rendezvous in the event that they were ever attacked.Shandower and Lucius had insisted on these contingencies whenever they left the safe house.They entered the boarded-up temple, and Myrmeen nearly wept when she saw Reisz and Shandower waiting."Give it to me," Shandower hissed, pointing at the weapon with his remaining hand.The smell of burned flesh came to her suddenly and she realized that Reisz had made a small fire that they had used to cauterize Shandower's wound.Myrmeen looked down and saw her flesh beginning to melt, her skin fusing with the weapon.She yanked the gauntlet from her arm, restraining a scream as small sections of her flesh were torn away.Shandower grasped the weapon and threw it to the floor."It's meant for the other hand," Krystin pointed out as she saw Shandower slide his hand into the glove, "It won't-"There was an explosion of blue-white light and, when it faded, the gauntlet was snugly fit upon Shandower's remaining hand.Somehow, the weapon had reconfigured itself."Lucius?" Reisz asked."I don't know," Myrmeen said."I pray he survived, but his injuries were great.He vanished at the battle.We couldn't search for him.""We also can't stay here," Shandower said."You may have been followed.""We weren't," Ord said confidently."I was checking the entire time."Shandower laughed bitterly.A few backward glances and the boy felt secure.Shandower had been deprived of the magic from the apparatus for less than an hour, and in that time he had been overcome with the old, numbing fears.For a brief time he was able to see the threat of the Night Parade for what it had been all along, an unstoppable nemesis, an enemy that he could hold at bay for a time but never destroy.Now that he had the gauntlet back, he realized he had been foolish to entertain such dark, hopeless thoughts.His nose itched, and he raised his hand to scratch it.The hand was no longer there.Grinning, Shandower set his head back and closed his eyes.Myrmeen stared at his face and thought of the sensations that had coursed through her for the brief time that she had been empowered by the gauntlet: The magic had flowed through her, making her feel invulnerable, forcing away her fear and her doubts, helping her to focus on her single, driving goal, to destroy the Night Parade.Shandower was overcome by its power, she realized.If he had not been, he would have gone insane years ago.Then she thought of Lucius, of the warm, caring man he had revealed himself to be.He would survive, she thought.He had to survive.Myrmeen shifted her gaze to Krystin, who held her arm where she had been wounded [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]