Don’t piss him off.” The knight ran a hand through his dark hair and looked back at Elvardo. “Sir?” The man cast a worried look after the halfling, then back to his fallen comrade. “God damn it!” Alasdair snarled, and stabbed a finger at one of his lieutenants. Bloodraven, who hadn’t moved since he’d turned to confront Alasdair, said something in a low growl in his own tongue, then turned and stalked to the door. Hands carefully left the hilts of weapons. “Any man that draws a blade will answer to me. The knight whirled upon his pale-faced, angry men. “Put down your weapons!” Alasdair’s roar reached through the noise in Yhalen’s head. The sweat on her brow, the frown upon her lips that spoke more of a curious disappointment than shock, or despair over a needless death. He could barely hear the sound of the shocked men in the hall, could barely think from the backlash of it-but the lady’s pale face drew his eye like a beacon from her place in the shadow. The essence of it left a foul taste at the back of his throat, as if he’d inhaled it. Yhalen stood frozen where he was, yards away and still too close to the echoes of the black power that had erupted out of Elvardo and taken that poor man. Alasdair staggered to a halt, staring at his fallen man, then up to Elvardo who stood with one hand on the stone beast of his banister, eyes narrow and angry, a thin line of red marring one pale cheek. Men stood frozen, hands on half-drawn weapons. Mere moments of his attack upon the lord of this dark keep. He gave one last cry and toppled backwards, his face twisted in agony and eyes wide and staring, his skin a mottled mosaic of lesions and hematoma.Īll within moments. What flesh was visible seemed to erupt with the spidery fingers of purplish bruising, without any hand being laid to skin. The soldier doubled over, clutching at his arm, his knees buckling as his body writhed. The sword had barely reached the end of its arc before it left the maddened soldier’s hand and the man was screaming, now in a tone that had nothing to do with offended dignity, but with overwhelming pain.
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