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running away?
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I’d have a better chance with a real weapon. He knew wishing wouldn’t help. He needed to survive with what he had.
immediately and escort him to safety. He prayed Luke would only be captured and spared by a merciful soldier, but knew, knew he was most likely leaving the boy to die.
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something happened. Something surreal, sudden. There were glimmers of red lights at Dux’s chest that were not there before. But these lights, they emitted no light, strange as that was. Instead, they moved, up the chest and across the shoulder. Around his arm the lights coiled as if they were serpents, splitting apart, combining, joining and parting like a river through rocks until they covered the hand, wrist, and half of the forearm like a glove. No, that wasn’t quite right. Somehow, Luke could see that the red light was inside Dux, not outside.
caught the blade. Luke met resistance so strong it was like it had been clutched in the jaws of a large predatory animal. Easily, far too easily, it was torn from his practiced grip and flipped aside. It clanged to the road a second later.
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Sorry about this, Deen thought.
To the Bane Below with not having a spear. I’m never going without one again. I’ll sleep with one in my hands. Lyla can complain all she wants.
really needed to catch his breath. His lungs still burned. He stopped and stared up at the moon. It was a beautiful white crescent, unobstructed by clouds, banishing the darkness around it.
would sleep, when this night was over. He would survive. He had to, for her sake if not his own. She loved him, though he had no idea why. Lyla often likened him to a proud knight from stories. A capable man with unwavering confidence and an unmatched sense of justice.
That doesn’t sound like me at all, he’d say to her.
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hiss. That was entirely too close. Fauke loosed his own arrow.
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and run. This was one of those times. Without a doubt.
light. It had transfixed him. It was gone, vanished the moment the knife hit the ground. What was it? Some part of him wanted, no, demanded to see it again. To understand it.
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weak they were. He could feel the gravelly texture of the road pressing on his shoes, the wind slipping past his exposed ankles. He felt more attuned to his legs than he ever had before, though he knew that didn’t make sense. Your legs were your legs. But they was something more.
listening faster. He slid past a punch, then righted himself. Instinctively, the light sheathed his entire lower half for part of the motion, then returned to just his legs, only thin string-like lights leading up his body.
Have to dodge it, Luke thought. No other way.
Use blue.
something had told him to try guarding against it head on instead.
Where… did that idea come from? Luke wondered. The blue.
“both flowed with lightless light, glittering trails of red.
Hard. Breath was ripped from him in a harsh, forced gasp, and the sharp, violent pain of fractured bone felt like a stab to his insides. He was thrown backward, smashed into the pile of crates in the back of the bus. Some of them tumbled free, splintering open on the road and spilling their contents.
badly.
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