The second one was aimed at the young apprentice of a cook. The boy was about ten. Even his mustache hadn’t begun to grow yet, and if the selfish noble had his way, it would never get a chance to.
Hadjar made his choice. He threw his sword at the right half of the ray. Grabbing the boy, he blocked the second half. Blood soaked the ground, and the ray melted away into the darkness. However, Hadjar was no longer in the spot where the first droplets had fallen.
Hadjar had chosen the boy because he weighed less...
A black shadow flickered. Not a single cry had escaped the former General when the scarlet ray had pierced his left side. Moon Beam had only been able to slow the strike of Oneg’s saber for a moment. But that had given Hadjar enough time to overtake death itself.
Strength had nev
