Page 64 of Clash of Storms
Guthrum looked at him in stunted surprise. An enormous blond mercenary from Germany, he'd been cast out of his previous clan when the king's daughter seduced him in order to get out of an arranged mating. Clearly he hadn't become any brighter since then.
"What are you doing?" Guthrum asked.
"Surprise," he whispered, running the sword through Guthrum's throat. Grabbing his shoulder, he jerked him onto the blade. "Use your nose, you stupid prick."
Blood gurgled from the open wound. Guthrum smashed the blade aside, but it was too late. Sirius had butchered his vocal chords. Holding the weapon low, he caught a fistful of Guthrum's hair as thedrekitried to crawl away from him. Yanking the mercenary's head up, he set the blade to his throat.
"This is for Malin," he whispered, and ripped the sword across thedreki'sthroat.
Blood splashed. Guthrum's body slumped to the ground.
Now he had a sword. Sirius smiled as he vanished back into the mist and let Guthrum's head drop to the ground.
"Any sign of him?" someone whispered nearby.
"Nothing."
"He's out there."
Oh, you have no idea. He melted through the mist, splashing through boiling mud as he hunted.Get the girl, hammered in his head in time to his pulse.
He would kill them all.
Ylve spun around, her shoulders relaxing when she recognized him. "I heard something out there," she hissed. "It sounded like the gurgle in a dying man's throat."
I believe you would be correct.
"It was over there," she said, drawing her blade with a steely rasp as she strode past him. Fist tightening on the hilt of his sword, he turned to follow her, when movement flashed out of the corner of his eye.
Roar stepped out of the mist, clad only in his trousers.
Sirius enjoyed the sudden gape of the bastard's mouth.
"What the fuck?" Roar demanded, his gaze sliding over every inch of Sirius in shock, and pausing at waist level.
"Comparing sizes, brother? It didn't occur to me to shrink my cock." Sirius smiled and crouched low. "Come. You look like you've seen a ghost."
"But...? How...?"
"Didn't you get this little gift? I'm told it runs in father's bloodline. Maybe it's the human in you."
With a snarl, Roar drew his sword. "He's over here!"
Sirius gave him no respite. He slammed into Roar, their blades clashing. Driving forward, Sirius smashed his forehead into the other man's nose. Roar fell backward into hot mud, scrabbling to gain his feet.
Ylve suddenly reappeared. "Roar?"
She looked between them, and then took a second look. "Roar?"
"That's the Blackfrost!" both of them snarled, pointing at each other.
Roar scrambled out of the mud. "He's wearing my face."
"He's an imposter," Sirius declared.
Ylve looked between them, and it was all Sirius could do not to laugh in her face. Both of them were covered in mud, though blood slicked his chest. Her nostrils flared as she eyed the blood. Suspicion darkened her eyes.
She could smell him.
