“Not surprised you can’t hit. Nobles think genetics make the fighter, when it is really killing, and a little brain power. Your men were always short on that weren’t they Gabion?” One could taste the loathing in Gulla’s voice.
Gabion the name echoed around in my head. Gabion, could he be the one who killed her parents? He must be. I pressed myself against the wall allowed myself to sink into memories. Gulla powerful mental presence always pushed on my mental barriers. If I could pull of her memory of I could find him. There, he smiled down at her as a small child.
A half barked laugh, “Smart enough to kill your parents. Maybe, they weren’t as smart as they always claimed.”
There I had him. A tall, wide framed he stood in the back. A device in his hands as he seemed confident and cool. That worried me. My instincts screamed to hurry, but I forced myself to move slow.
“They made the mistake of trusting you. I won’t be making that one, ever.” All the youth gone from Gulla’s voice. It made my heart ache. “Aren’t you going to attack?”
“I’m waiting for your friends to arrive. I knew you’d be running out of supplies soon. Especially with how strong your little rebellion has gotten.” Apparently, he underestimated Gulla’s impulsive insanity. If she could get away with only going out with me, that’s what she do. If I’d let go out herself, she would. Backup, a term she was utterly unfamiliar with.
The device in his hand was visible as I crept near him. An automated trigger, he had something rigged to go off. I needed to take out the device before anything else. He shifted on his feet. “Stay away from the walls, and doors, remind the troops.”
It won’t matter soon, Gabion, I thought to myself. I’d have you soon. My blade flashed out and the device shattered as I brought an elbow hard into Gabion.
He took the blow and rolled back. A smirk on his lips. “I knew she had a friend.”
Gulla liked to deal with taunts, I could care less. I swept my blade down. He scrambled out of the way. “Fire, you eiaa, fire.”
The clang, and the echo of bullets were a tad distracting. I ignored it. He pulled a gun. The shadows and I were one as I ducked.
He cursed. He lost sight of me. A flare of gunfire as he shot at where I had been.
Still a bit blinded, I struck out my leg to trip him. As he fell I kicked hard. The blade snapped out cutting it into armor.
A shot hit me in the shoulder hard. Another hack at, and I caught his hand. Blood welled out as I heard the crack of bone. Another shot caught me but from behind. My eyes narrowed as I lowered onto him. As we both started punching each other. A blow caught me in the face. My finger wrapped around his throat. Forcing my power through my fingers I slowed his heart. Each beat a struggle now. His body began to thrash, one last desperate attempt to live. I wrenched his neck. He went still.
The fight still went on around me. They were taking controlled shots. And, from what I could see they were edging around to flank her. My gun started to fire. However, they were ignoring my attacks. Too many, in fear I reached out and found the edge of the demolitions. I hesitated. What if Gulla got hurt? I couldn’t bare it. A cry of pain killed my concern. They’d kill her either way.