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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. But that was all right. I raised my left
hand as my right slid within my cloak.
A fiery blade appeared in Mask's right hand. I did aot stir, but waited
a second longer before speaking the guide words to my
Fantasia-for-Six-Acetylene-Torches spell as I snapped my forearm back to
cover my eyes and rolled to the side.
The stroke missed me, passing through broken stone. Mask's left arm
fell across my chest, however, elbow connecting with my lower ribs. I did
not stop to assess damages, though, as I heard the sword of fire crackle and
come free of the stone. And so, turning, I struck with my own more mundane
dagger of steel, driving its full length up into Mask's left kidney.
There followed a scream as the sorcerer stiffened and slumped beside
me. Almost immediately thereafter I was kicked with considerable force
behind my right hip. I twisted away and another blow landed upon my right
shoulder. I am sure it was aimed for my head. As I covered my neck and
temples and mlled away, I heard Jurt's voice, cursing.
Drawing my longer blade, I rose to my feet, and my gaze met Jurt's. He
was rising at the same time, and he held Mask cradled in his arms.
"Later," he said to me, and he vanished, bearing the . body away with
him. The blue mask remained on the floor, near to a long smear of blood.
Jasra and Sharu were still facing each other from kneeling positions,
panting, bodies completely drenched, their life forces twisting about each
other like mating serpents
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