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left hand to the best spot he could find and held tight. His right hand reached down for his mini-crossbow and he put it in his mouth, holding it fast with his teeth. Then he pulled his sword out with an upside-down grip.
“Basei, be with me now,” Kai prayed silently through his clenched teeth. He gathered all of his strength and thrust his sword through the wall just above the window, and then he let go with his left hand and swung down with his feet pointing out towards the window and his right hand gripping the sword’s handle. Kai felt his blade bend at holding his weight, but it held long enough for him to penetrate the window, shattering glass all over the room in a spray of crystalline shards. He let go of his sword and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
Two men turned to the window, the shock clearly painted on their faces. Kai wasted no time. His left hand grabbed the mini-crossbow from his mouth and he fired on the closest enemy. The man caught the bolt with his face and fell over backwards like a felled pine-tree. The second man roared and rushed at Kai with an axe. The Ranger jumped to his feet and grabbed a nearby chair. He thought of parrying the axe with the chair but instantly realized what a bad idea that would be, and threw the chair at his foe’s feet instead. The chair crashed directly in front of the axe-man and he tumbled onto his face. Kai jumped forward, landing on his enemy’s back and rained vicious strikes down on the man’s neck with his fists. After a few seconds, Kai wrestled the axe away from the man and brought it down to join with the guard’s flesh.
Kai then looked around the room and realized that no one else was there. He saw a pile of furniture up against the door he had tried to kick in and then noticed another door at the back of the room. He rushed to the door and was about to kick it down when the door floor open inwards and crashed into Kai. The Ranger flew back a few feet and landed on his back.
From the doorway emerged a large, muscular man with two swords dangling from a black leather belt. The man’s brown skin, wide shallow nose, and curly black hair told Kai that this man was a Kuscan, a race of humans similar to the large barbarian Varrvar tribesmen in size, temperament, and muscularity. Kuscans usually were found on islands, and made formidable pirates, but many had moved to the mainland and become powerful warlords. This man, as was typical of Kuscan males, had several black tribal tattoos on his chest marking his heritage and confirming Kai’s notion that he was indeed a Kuscan.
The Ranger then noticed a small tattoo on the Kuscan’s left forearm in the shape of two crossed swords. This tattoo distinguished the man as a master of fighting with two swords. He would prove to be a worthy opponent indeed. Kai scrambled to his feet and readied the axe in his hands.
“I am Gildar,” the man announced. “You must be Kai.” The Ranger shot Gildar a confused look at the mention of his name. Gildar smiled slyly and slowly drew his swords. “Your sister has been telling me that you would come for her. I guess she was right.”
“Where is she?” Kai snarled.
“She is in the cellar, along with her feisty friend. Don’t worry, they are safe inside of a large crate. We will be shipping them out of the city tomorrow,” Gildar sneered. “Pity you will never see her again.”
“I will take pleasure in killing you,” Kai replied.
“Ah yes, she did mention that you were a Ranger. Come, show me what you can do.”
The two erupted into a great battle. Clangs of steel rang out from within the room as the two fighters adeptly blocked and threw blows with their weapons. Kai’s rage boiled hot as he ducked underneath the swipe of Gildar’s left sword and felt the sting of the other sword as it grazed his left shoulder. A small amount of blood laced Gildar’s right blade, and a smile crossed the large man’s face.
“You are good my friend, but you shall die
“Basei, be with me now,” Kai prayed silently through his clenched teeth. He gathered all of his strength and thrust his sword through the wall just above the window, and then he let go with his left hand and swung down with his feet pointing out towards the window and his right hand gripping the sword’s handle. Kai felt his blade bend at holding his weight, but it held long enough for him to penetrate the window, shattering glass all over the room in a spray of crystalline shards. He let go of his sword and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
Two men turned to the window, the shock clearly painted on their faces. Kai wasted no time. His left hand grabbed the mini-crossbow from his mouth and he fired on the closest enemy. The man caught the bolt with his face and fell over backwards like a felled pine-tree. The second man roared and rushed at Kai with an axe. The Ranger jumped to his feet and grabbed a nearby chair. He thought of parrying the axe with the chair but instantly realized what a bad idea that would be, and threw the chair at his foe’s feet instead. The chair crashed directly in front of the axe-man and he tumbled onto his face. Kai jumped forward, landing on his enemy’s back and rained vicious strikes down on the man’s neck with his fists. After a few seconds, Kai wrestled the axe away from the man and brought it down to join with the guard’s flesh.
Kai then looked around the room and realized that no one else was there. He saw a pile of furniture up against the door he had tried to kick in and then noticed another door at the back of the room. He rushed to the door and was about to kick it down when the door floor open inwards and crashed into Kai. The Ranger flew back a few feet and landed on his back.
From the doorway emerged a large, muscular man with two swords dangling from a black leather belt. The man’s brown skin, wide shallow nose, and curly black hair told Kai that this man was a Kuscan, a race of humans similar to the large barbarian Varrvar tribesmen in size, temperament, and muscularity. Kuscans usually were found on islands, and made formidable pirates, but many had moved to the mainland and become powerful warlords. This man, as was typical of Kuscan males, had several black tribal tattoos on his chest marking his heritage and confirming Kai’s notion that he was indeed a Kuscan.
The Ranger then noticed a small tattoo on the Kuscan’s left forearm in the shape of two crossed swords. This tattoo distinguished the man as a master of fighting with two swords. He would prove to be a worthy opponent indeed. Kai scrambled to his feet and readied the axe in his hands.
“I am Gildar,” the man announced. “You must be Kai.” The Ranger shot Gildar a confused look at the mention of his name. Gildar smiled slyly and slowly drew his swords. “Your sister has been telling me that you would come for her. I guess she was right.”
“Where is she?” Kai snarled.
“She is in the cellar, along with her feisty friend. Don’t worry, they are safe inside of a large crate. We will be shipping them out of the city tomorrow,” Gildar sneered. “Pity you will never see her again.”
“I will take pleasure in killing you,” Kai replied.
“Ah yes, she did mention that you were a Ranger. Come, show me what you can do.”
The two erupted into a great battle. Clangs of steel rang out from within the room as the two fighters adeptly blocked and threw blows with their weapons. Kai’s rage boiled hot as he ducked underneath the swipe of Gildar’s left sword and felt the sting of the other sword as it grazed his left shoulder. A small amount of blood laced Gildar’s right blade, and a smile crossed the large man’s face.
“You are good my friend, but you shall die
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