Fires of Scorpio

Chapter seven

Chapter seven

The four terminations of the Lady Scaura PompinaFrom somewhere the sweet smell of squishes wafted into the room. The taste twined in the warm air. For a single and scarlet moment, I recalled Mefto the Kazzur, who had featured in my life at the same time as Pompino. Mefto the Kazzur, who had bested me in sword fighting.

The headlong leap left me no time to brood on past misfortunes and mishaps. The apim’s hairy face screwed up. He dragged back on the lady Scaura Pompina’s head and his blade glittered.

The Rapa bristled. Ashti squirmed. I caught a glimpse of her face, golden, shining, furious, and then it seemed her face disappeared behind two rows of teeth. She opened her mouth and bit. The Rapa screamed.

“Good for you, Ashti,” I said and went full tilt into the apim.

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