his keen elven senses and barbarian battle skills, half-elven Toran
an assassination attempt on a visiting princess and earns an invitation
the secret protectors of Eridan, known as the Warders.
Something was wrong. Berx and Dergh didn’t have
the brains of a sheep between them, but they were loyal Red Lion clan
warriors. They would sooner die than disobey their clan leader.
Gar went to the back of the tent, strapped on his
fighting harness and unsheathed his twin falcatas. He took a re-curved
sword in each hand and pressed his two fists together in front of his
face. He stared into the red-jeweled eyes of the lion’s head hilts, and
summoned his battle lust. The hilts returned his anger with a piercing
red glow. His heartbeat quickened as the rage coursed through his veins
and into every muscle of his battle-hardened body. Effortlessly, he
spun each blade in alternating circular patterns faster and faster as
the battle lust infused his senses. The blades became extensions of his
arms. When he raised the tent flap and stepped outside he didn’t even
notice the corpses of Berx and Dergh sprawled on the ground.
He heard the whistle of an arrow flying toward
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