Slave Pits of the Tyrannical God (Path of Transcendence Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Brian McGoldrick
own defenses.
We go on like this for several minutes, before Cletus suddenly erupts in another burst of speed. I just barely see the flash of motion, as his buckler streaks toward my face. I am not able to avoid the blow, but I still get my arm up between the buckler and my head.
Pain explodes in my arm as the rim of the buckler compresses muscle against bone. If not for my years of body conditioning in the Urehara Style, the bones in my left forearm would have been shattered. Still, the impact is enough to send me flying back over ten feet. I could have resisted the force and mitigated the knock back, but I want to gain the distance from Cletus.
As my feet touch the sand, Cletus is already charging toward me, but I twist aside, to avoid his flail. I do not press any attack as Cletus passes, and he is back to his normal fast speed when he turns around.
I do not think he can use that super speed at will, but I doubt that the time he waited to use it is as long as it takes to be ready again.
Cletus' eyes narrow slightly, as he looks at my left arm still holding my sword. He did not expect my arm to still be usable after that blow. He changes his attack pattern and begins to use small bursts of speed that only affect a single action: a step or a strike. I cannot stop all of Cletus' attacks anymore, and his strikes start to land periodically. My own return attacks are being consistently avoided.
I work to take all of Cletus' attacks on my muscles instead of my bones, but the small bruises start to accumulate all over my upper body. The damage is not significant, but given enough time, Cletus will wear me down. At least, he would be able to, if I did not know Shadow Fist.
I am only going to get one real chance to use Shadow Fist. With his movement and reaction speed, Cletus will only be caught blind once.
The super speed boost almost catches me off-guard. Suddenly, Cletus reverses the swing of his flail, and pain flares in my right shoulder, as I duck my head and twist to only take the blow on that shoulder. The follow-up blow from the buckler slams into my crossed swords and lifts me off the ground.
As my left foot touches the ground, I move. Pushing my body to the limit, my single step carries me around and behind Cletus.
Pop! Pop!
In the fraction of second, it takes Cletus to find me, both of my swords slam into the side of his right knee. Before the pain has time to register, Cletus' leg starts to buckle under the force of his turn, and my fists hammer into his face, breaking his nose and jaw. As the impacts drive Cletus' body back in the opposite direction, my knee ruptures his testicles and shatters his pubic bone.
“Eeep!”
As Cletus crumples to the ground, feeling movement behind me, I spin around. The Throd'nahk, his body surrounded by blue ropes of electricity, is moving faster than Cletus' burst speed. His fist slams into the side of my bead, before I get my hand even halfway into position.
The ropes of electricity jump into my body, making it impossible for me to control my muscles, as I fly through the air. I am unconscious, before I ever hit the ground.
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 139
Like all of her compound, Elan'fer'sha's study had been carved out of the solid rock of a pocket dimension within Gor'achen Citadel. Rich wood paneling covered all the walls, so only the stone of the floor and ceiling were visible. The large window behind her desk looked out over her private arena, where her gladiatorial slaves trained. On the outside, spell sigils cloaked that window so that it was invisible to anyone within the arena.
Elan'fer'sha looked up from the report she was reading at the sound of a knock. Even though more than an eighth of the DokkAlfar race were active psi adepts, she was not and did not know who was outside her study. Since she was alone, Elan'fer'sha did not try to keep her irritation off her face.
“Who disturbs
We go on like this for several minutes, before Cletus suddenly erupts in another burst of speed. I just barely see the flash of motion, as his buckler streaks toward my face. I am not able to avoid the blow, but I still get my arm up between the buckler and my head.
Pain explodes in my arm as the rim of the buckler compresses muscle against bone. If not for my years of body conditioning in the Urehara Style, the bones in my left forearm would have been shattered. Still, the impact is enough to send me flying back over ten feet. I could have resisted the force and mitigated the knock back, but I want to gain the distance from Cletus.
As my feet touch the sand, Cletus is already charging toward me, but I twist aside, to avoid his flail. I do not press any attack as Cletus passes, and he is back to his normal fast speed when he turns around.
I do not think he can use that super speed at will, but I doubt that the time he waited to use it is as long as it takes to be ready again.
Cletus' eyes narrow slightly, as he looks at my left arm still holding my sword. He did not expect my arm to still be usable after that blow. He changes his attack pattern and begins to use small bursts of speed that only affect a single action: a step or a strike. I cannot stop all of Cletus' attacks anymore, and his strikes start to land periodically. My own return attacks are being consistently avoided.
I work to take all of Cletus' attacks on my muscles instead of my bones, but the small bruises start to accumulate all over my upper body. The damage is not significant, but given enough time, Cletus will wear me down. At least, he would be able to, if I did not know Shadow Fist.
I am only going to get one real chance to use Shadow Fist. With his movement and reaction speed, Cletus will only be caught blind once.
The super speed boost almost catches me off-guard. Suddenly, Cletus reverses the swing of his flail, and pain flares in my right shoulder, as I duck my head and twist to only take the blow on that shoulder. The follow-up blow from the buckler slams into my crossed swords and lifts me off the ground.
As my left foot touches the ground, I move. Pushing my body to the limit, my single step carries me around and behind Cletus.
Pop! Pop!
In the fraction of second, it takes Cletus to find me, both of my swords slam into the side of his right knee. Before the pain has time to register, Cletus' leg starts to buckle under the force of his turn, and my fists hammer into his face, breaking his nose and jaw. As the impacts drive Cletus' body back in the opposite direction, my knee ruptures his testicles and shatters his pubic bone.
“Eeep!”
As Cletus crumples to the ground, feeling movement behind me, I spin around. The Throd'nahk, his body surrounded by blue ropes of electricity, is moving faster than Cletus' burst speed. His fist slams into the side of my bead, before I get my hand even halfway into position.
The ropes of electricity jump into my body, making it impossible for me to control my muscles, as I fly through the air. I am unconscious, before I ever hit the ground.
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 139
Like all of her compound, Elan'fer'sha's study had been carved out of the solid rock of a pocket dimension within Gor'achen Citadel. Rich wood paneling covered all the walls, so only the stone of the floor and ceiling were visible. The large window behind her desk looked out over her private arena, where her gladiatorial slaves trained. On the outside, spell sigils cloaked that window so that it was invisible to anyone within the arena.
Elan'fer'sha looked up from the report she was reading at the sound of a knock. Even though more than an eighth of the DokkAlfar race were active psi adepts, she was not and did not know who was outside her study. Since she was alone, Elan'fer'sha did not try to keep her irritation off her face.
“Who disturbs
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