Antikas attacked, and as their swords met lightning crackled from the blades. The attack was parried with ease and Antikas only just managed to avoid a murderous riposte that further sliced the ruined satin shirt. The Krayakin came at him with bewildering speed and Antikas found himself fighting for his life. Never had he faced a more skilful opponent, nor met a man with reflexes as fast as this Krayakin. Antikas parried and
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blocked with increasing desperation, and slowly he was forced further back along the bridge. Anger touched him then, for the Krayakin was toying with him. Twice he had an opportunity to lance a thrust through the human’s guard, and twice he merely sliced small cuts in his opponent’s chest.
‘You are very good,’ said Golbar, conversationally, while still attacking. ‘Not the best I ever killed, but close. Do let me know when you are ready to die.’
Antikas did not answer. Despite his increasing weariness and desperate battle for survival he had been reading his opponent’s moves, seeking out a weakness. The man was ambidextrous – as indeed was Antikas – but he favoured the right, and sought to kill with thrusts rather than cleaving cuts. Antikas leapt back.
‘I am ready now,’ he said. The Krayakin attacked. Instead of backing away Antikas moved suddenly forward. As he had expected Golbar sent a lightning thrust with his right hand blade. Antikas swayed to the right, his enemy’s sword glancing along his ribs. Ignoring the pain he slammed the black blade through the Krayakin’s chest, spearing the heart. Golbar’s dark eyes widened in pain and shock, his swords falling from his hands. Without a word he fell back to the stone of the bridge.
Antikas moved forward to face the remaining three.
‘Who gets to strip next?’ he asked.
‘No-one,’ came the response. ‘Golbar always had a taste for the dramatic.’
Hefting their swords they came at him together. Antikas watched them, determined to take at least one more with him.
The moon was shining now over the mountains, and a cool breeze was whispering over the bridge. It would be so easy to sprint back to his horse and ride from here,
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ready to fight another day. He cast a quick glance at Dagorian. The young officer was sitting very still, his hands locked over the terrible wound in his belly. He had a sudden desire to tell him why he had chosen to fight on this bridge, to speak of redemption, and the loss of Kara. But there was no time.
The Krayakin were picking their way through the debris. Antikas tensed, ready to attack them.
A colossal, white form burst from the undergrowth, smashing aside trees as it came. It thundered towards the bridge, letting forth a terrifying screech. Antikas stared disbelievingly at the monstrous form, with its huge, wedge-shaped head and gaping jaws. It was moving at great speed. Blood was streaming from a wound high in the beast’s shoulder, and Antikas could see a broken lance jutting there.
The three Krayakin swung round as the beast bore down upon them. There was nowhere to run, save to hurl themselves into the river. They stood their ground, dwarfed by the monstrosity looming over them. One Krayakin tried to attack, but a sweep from a taloned arm tore his head from his shoulders. The wedge-head lunged down, fastening to the shoulder of a second warrior, lifting him high. The Krayakin plunged his sword deep into the beast’s neck. The beast’s head flicked and the warrior sailed out over the river, splashing down into the torrent and disappearing below the waves. The third Krayakin had run in and lanced his sword deep into the fish-white belly of the beast, ripping a great wound, from which gushed a prodigious amount of blood. Talons ripped into the knight, smashing through his armour. He was hurled back against the stone supports of the bridge, his sword wrenched from his hand. The beast’s head lunged at him. He tried to avoid
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it, but the terrible teeth caught him in the midsection, ripping him apart.
The monster reared up and the stone work trembled as it let out a howl of pain. The wound in its belly ripped further open, spilling its entrails to the bridge. Twisting its head it saw Antikas standing alone at the centre of the bridge. It made two faltering steps towards him, then stumbled sideways. The side bridge supports crumbled under its weight and it toppled into the rushing river.