The Battle for Kyhlo (Part Two of Three) << Back
great justice!" Mordakai shouted, swinging his hammer toward another of
his foes. The blow connected with the man's chest, knocking him to the
ground. With the back swing, the mighty warrior crushed a second man's
skull. With another powerful heave, Mordakai collapsed a third
soldier's heavy chest plate, squeezing the life from the man inside.
clash of metal on metal and the screams of pain began to blend, filling
the air with the dark melody of war. With each passing refrain, another
of the invaders fell to Mordakai's wrath.
There before the
castle, knee deep in the dead, the warrior became lost in the rapture
of battle. The lusty thrill of hand-to-hand combat filled his veins,
steeling his limbs, turning his muscles into hardened iron. He was the
Reaper of Ascalon, his hammer the scythe, his tarnished, blood-covered
armor the flowing robes of Death himself. With each breath, he cut down
the unworthy. With each swing he laid low the foes of King Adelbern.
With each powerful stroke he cleansed the world of the tyrants who had
come to his home to take that which belonged to him and to his guild.
shout went up from the Zealots of Shiverpeak. Another wave of warriors
swarmed toward the front gate of the castle. Mordakai braced himself,
timing his swing to connect with the first unlucky Zealot to reach him.
His blow came down hard, ringing out as it connected with his
attacker's shield, then glancing away.
Mordakai tried to
bring his weapon back up for another swing, but he was too slow. His
attacker swung down with a razor-edged sword, slashing a huge gash in
the warrior's arm. More Zealots bore down on him, and in an instant he
was cut off from the rest of his guild mates. An axe hit his leg, and a
hammer collided with the side of his helm. Spinning, disoriented,
Mordakai gave ground, trying to regain his balance. He tried left, then
right. Everywhere he went there were blades barring his path, biting
into his flesh.
Surrounded, outnumbered ten to one, Mordakai
went down on one knee. The world spun before his eyes. His hands,
covered in his own blood, slipped from the hilt of his hammer. Then a
loud thud echoed through his head as something heavy struck him from
behind. In the next moment, the world went silent. Time seemed to stand
still, and the big warrior fell backward, unable to hold himself up any
From the walkway atop the castle, Burian watched the warrior disappear
under the assault of nearly a dozen Zealots of Shiverpeak.
behind the protection of the crenellations, the monk closed his eyes,
lowered his head, and began chanting a prayer to Dwayna. His words were
smooth and mellifluous, a sharp contrast to the harsh clangs and
screams below. Lifting his hands into the air, Burian finished his
"Breathe life back into the fallen. The miracle of rebirth…"
A flash of blue-white light surrounded Mordakai, and his body disappeared from the ground.
Mordakai coughed once then opened his eyes.
"You really should be more careful." Burian smiled as he looked down at him.
pushed the monk aside and got to his feet. He'd been transported from
the ground before the castle to the top of the crenellations by the
monk's spell. "I suppose I should say thank you."
Burian nodded. "That would be nice."
in hand, the warrior headed down the steps to the portcullis guarding
the front gate. He stopped, looking back up at the monk. "Perhaps I'll
save my gratitude for after the battle." A smile flashed across his
lips. "Keep me alive until then, and I'll say whatever you want."