Chapter eighteenI, Dray Prescot, Vovedeer, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, went berserk. Everything became highly charged. My vision was surrounded by blood. The noise of the combat thinned. My actions became vague to me. A Shank guard lay bloodily on the ground at my feet. His sword was in my fist. I ran. I raced forward like a maniac.
Delia had seen the danger. Her Claw lifted. She could rip the face off a Shank with that lethal weapon. My head felt as though it was bursting. I could feel nothing of physical pain. Mentally, my agony scythed into my brain like a chainsaw.
Imperiously, Delia pointed her rapier off to the side. I looked. Yes, she could be right! There was a chance, a slim chance. It was all we had.
Between two of the warehouses the shadows beckoned invitingly. If we
