Page 122 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
They attack.
The first is fast—too cocky. I parry, pivot, disarm him. The second tries a sneak attack. I sense it coming. My sword scrapes his armor, forcing him back. The third is heavier, his strikes brutal. I block them, but each blow rattles my bones. They regroup, trying to sync up.
“Need a hand?” comes a familiar voice.
“Wouldn’t say no!” I reply, grateful as Pherebos steps in, his strange sword gleaming.
The three guards freeze at the sight of the Asgarnian.
“C’mon, guys… It was three-on-one. Now it’s even. Fair’s fair, right?” he smirks.
One of them backs up and pulls a Coalition-grade pistoblaster. Unlike the Confederation’s models, these don’t have stun settings. Smugglers prefer a final solution. I can’t blame them—I’ve been the same since I landed here.
He fires at Pherebos without warning.
Unfazed, Pherebos lifts his blade—the shot ricochets off.
“Poor choice,” he comments.
In a crowd like this, guns are a gamble. Too easy to hit the wrong target. Here, in this chaos, blades rule.
The guard hesitates. Too late.
Pherebos lunges. His blade pierces the man’s chest. The guard stares in disbelief before collapsing.
“Two against two now,” the Asgarnian says, turning to the others. “Wanna keep going? Or drop your weapons and surrender?”
They exchange glances. I don’t wait.
I lunge at the closest one, sword raised.
“No surrender, huh?” Pherebos laughs, diving into battle.
We finish them off quickly.
Then a scream tears through the air.
Sam.
I whip around. Through the chaos, I see her. Noviosk is still locked in brutal combat with Danuk. They’ve ditched their weapons—fighting now with fists and claws, wild animals drenched in blood. But that’s not the danger.
Someone’s crept up to Sam—still on the ground—and grabs her by the hair, dragging her away. He draws a dagger.
He’s going to slit her throat.
Vlad’s too far, fighting two men. He won’t make it in time.
I don’t hesitate. I run—but I already know I won’t reach her fast enough.
Then—a flash of claws. A blur. The attacker’s head nearly flies off.
Noviosk.
He turned his back on Danuk to save her. He saved her… but left himself wide open.
I see it in slow motion. Danuk—face twisted in rage—charges like a beast.
“Noviosk!” Sam screams as I leap toward them.
