Challenge of Antares

Chapter seven

Chapter sevenOh, no, by Zair! Oho no! This detestable rast wasn’t going to catch a Krozair of Zy with a despicable trick like that. His engorged face, his fancy armor, the jewels all subsumed themselves into that bar of steel slashing down towards me.

The leap aside was conducted as a pure reflex. The blade hissed past and the tip clanged into the marble floor and the damned thing snapped across with a brittle crack.

I, Dray Prescot, laughed.

“You blintz!” He appeared to be having difficulty in drawing breath. “I’ll — I’ll — stand still—”

He ran out of breath then. He hurled the jeweled hilt to the floor and dragged out his second blade. Long before the steel had cleared sheath I’d made up my mind there was no profit hanging around any longer. As a parting present I gave him my toes be