Page 131 of Warrior's Reign
Adevega’s personal guard leaped in front of her, ushering her to a safe corner as five warriors rushed the dais. Lohail’s people intercepted as Reign whipped out her blaster, shifting into a defensive Form.
For all Lohail’s self-assurance, Reign had spent the last several minutes counting. Their warriors were outnumbered; three enemies for every two of Lohail’s.
“They’re going to swarm us,” Reign said. “Vykhan, you need to comm for backup.”
“This is Anthhori,” was his only reply.
Which meant his hands were tied. Adevega was breaking all kinds of laws even under the guise of being a tourist. The ‘tourists’ not clustering around theEyahunspread out to shadow each of the plain clothes warriors Lohail had sitting singly and in groups at the L shaped bar, on couches and standing tables.
Vykhan shoved her behind him and instead of wasting time arguing, she spun and pressed her back to his, an en-blade in her hand just as the dais was swarmed.
She blasted the first male who ran towards her, got in two more shots before she powered her blade, the energy splitting the air in a brilliant shriek just in time to meet the thrust of an enemy.
“Guard Lord and Lady Rhyksai!” Lohail shouted.
Reign flinched as three warriors dropped from overhead to meet those trying to overwhelm her, Vykhan, and Lohail. But they wore the black and red, and engaged the armed tourists.
There was a flash and a soundless explosion that stole hearing, much like the bomb at the debate.
“Take cover!” she shouted, not hearing her own words as she dived toward one of the tall backed couches.
This furniture really was indestructible. Three more flashbangs went off, and though she smelled the burn of fabric, the structure of the couch didn’t suffer.
Light flared around Vykhan, his body shield absorbing blasts; he leaped off the dais towards a third charging trio, swinging his sword in an overhanded strike that should have left him wide open.
He spun in the air, executing a kick that snapped the neck of a male as his sword took the head of another.
The third met the dagger hidden in Vykhan’s hand and died instantly.
It happened in moments. Reign cursed and lurched to her feet, blasting two more of the enemy running toward the dais.
Lohail was a spring storm of silver hair and pale skin, his laughter almost sweet as it rang through the room; well, her hearing was back.
She touched the back of her hand to her nostrils and came away with blood, jerking her hand up to blast another warrior in bright colored shirt and pants. They were too evenly matched, each side picking the other off one by one. They needed an advantage.
“Icolo, tell me something good,” Reign sang after initiating a comm.
:I don’t like the color red,: he said immediately. :Unless it’s the blood of my enemies. But here we are.:
“Where’s Martha?”
The circular doors opened. Reign’s eyes widened. In the threshold stood a slender, midnight skinned Aeddannar man in fitted black pants and a short sleeved green top. . .and next to him, head brushing the ceiling, uncoiled the thick body of a shimmering yellow green snake.
It hissed, sliding inside, and reared back with a sibilant rattle. There were cries in the room.
“That’s my crew,” Reign shouted at Lohail, who’d paused, eyes widening slightly. She jerked her thumb, grinning wildly. The lord hesitated, then nodded slightly.
But she couldn’t stand around and gloat. A medium height female with flat eyes, and her taller partner, cornered Reign, locking her down in a fight that ended well thanks to a few of those tricks Banujani had taught her.
“Lohail!” she shouted. “Adevega is running!”
TheEyahunwas leaving, tightly enclosed in the center of her five guards. Reign cursed and ran after her.
“Reign!” Vykhan roared.
Five more warriors rushed him, and another cluster leaped for Lohail. The males could take care of themselves. Even if her death was a priority, they must have orders to take out the bigger threats first.
Perfect.
