Chapter Twenty-EightBlood spattered across his face as he emerged from the cave. Garth blinked and raised his free hand to shield his eyes. His ears were filled with human screaming and the roaring of the warbeast.
His first impulse was to strike out with the Sword of Bheleu, blasting whatever stood before him, but he restrained himself. Koros and Frima were around somewhere, and he did not want to harm them. The sword’s power was not selective enough to leave them unscathed in a blind attack.
After the first shower of blood across his face nothing more struck him, although Garth did not yet realize what had actually hit him. He lowered his hand and opened his eyes.
Koros stood before him, fangs bared and dripping blood, several mangled corpses beneath its massive paws, others flung up
