Chapter nineteen
The game is namedThe very violence of their onslaught worked in my favor.
The leaders jostled one another to get at me, the blood lust bright and ugly on their lowering gorilla-like faces.
Hard, packed with muscle, malkos, fierce and not to be trifled with. Big, husky fellows, with their tiny black eyes overhung with massive brow ridges, and black fissured lips, dented in by the jut of yellow fangs, glowing with a sullen passion to kill.
They wore studded leather armor, very spiky as to shoulder and elbow, bulging over ribcages, adorned with scaled belts and gilt buckles. Their weapons were spears and shields, swords and daggers, and they gobbled in their passion to slay.
I daresay they had never met a man armed with a Krozair longsword before. I venture to suggest th
