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maneuver then taunted the gasping man. Tiring a bit, are you? Sword fighting requires an
agile body and mind, mate. He forced Barlow up against an outcropping of rock and pinned
him in place with his blade to the man s raised cutlass. From what I ve seen, you possess
neither.
Slashing and pivoting in rapid time, Maymon clashed swords again and again with the
swiftly fading Barlow. They passed the small mound of swag on the second sweep and the
pirate couldn t pass up the opportunity to grab a handful of his hard-earned treasure. He
tossed the gold coins in his hand at Barlow, distracting and annoying the man while every
gem he fingered was casually popped into his mouth and swallowed down for safe keeping.
Making a full circuit around the smoking, open pit in the ground, Maymon forced
Barlow up against the damaged wing of the shuttle.
Barlow retaliated with a sudden unexpected parry, successfully throwing the confident
pirate slightly off balance for a brief moment. Taking full advantage of the small opening this
created, Barlow charged ahead with several rapid blows.
Maymon stumbled to his knees, his sword slashed from his hand by a well-timed thrust
from the other man. Unwilling to let the man who tried to buy his body and soul win the
upper hand, Maymon flung a handful of wet, grimy sand into Barlow s face, blinding the
man. Maymon didn t hesitate to pull the small dagger from the folds of his sash. Sweeping his
arm up and under Barlow s sword, which was jabbing painfully into his neck, he thrust the
small dagger into Barlow s unprotected chest.
Startled, Barlow staggered and sagged back against the scorched shuttle. He dropped his
sword to press both hands around the golden hilt of the dagger still embedded under his rib
cage. He looked up, his face wearing a crushed, disappointed expression and whispered in a
stunned tone, You cheated.
Maymon picked up Barlow s discarded weapon, inspecting the blade for any sign of his
own blood. I did the only thing what truly matters in a sword fight, mate. I won. He
slipped Barlow s prized sword between a loosened fold in his own sash and with a dismissive
wave of his hand, walked away from the wounded man.
Turning, Maymon noticed Talos for the first time. Marius and Rice stood quietly
watching in the background a few feet away. As Maymon swaggered toward his strict,
morally rigid lover, his eyes wandered over the devastation surrounding them. The bright
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morning sunlight gave him a new perspective on just how much havoc he had rained down
on the small island. His gaze trailed over the damaged shuttle, and the scorched, smoking pit
in the ground. A jutting ledge of black rock and ocean stood where the tiny strip of sandy
beach use to be. His eyes settled on Talos s expectant, unhappy glare. Staying just out of
Talos s reach, Maymon opened his arms wide in an innocent gesture and reassured, I can
explain everything, guv.
Smelling the blood of a number of men down in the hole mixed with the acid odor of
gunpowder, energy blasts and singed flesh, the big hunter glanced at the charred remains of
the small rock and said, It s going to have to be damn good to explain all of this.
Maymon glanced behind them and squinted one eye closed, trying to find a positive
angle on the mess. The sun gleamed off the few still unscorched patches of metal on the
destroyed shuttle, the bright light making the dark, sooty burn marks look even more
terrible than it did in the twilight dawn.
Tapping one insistent finger in the air in the direction of the shuttle, Maymon firmly
claimed, The fire in the ship was entirely accidental. He opened his hands in a pleading
gesture and gave Talos a wide-eyed, offended look, demanding, How was I to know how to
shoot one of those new gun things?
Eyes narrowing in a disbelieving glare, Talos bellowed, Someone gave you a blaster?
Grimacing, Maymon hesitated then ruefully admitted, Stole it, actually. His gaze
darted to Rice for support, immediately pointing out his altruistic motives. But it was all for
a good cause.
Stepping forward, Rice touched Talos s weapon s belt, pulling his attention to her
earnest face. He saved my life.
Maymon grinned and winked at the doctor, eager to have her support in his campaign
to wiggle out of some of the blame for the rampant destruction on the island.
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maneuver then taunted the gasping man. Tiring a bit, are you? Sword fighting requires an
agile body and mind, mate. He forced Barlow up against an outcropping of rock and pinned
him in place with his blade to the man s raised cutlass. From what I ve seen, you possess
neither.
Slashing and pivoting in rapid time, Maymon clashed swords again and again with the
swiftly fading Barlow. They passed the small mound of swag on the second sweep and the
pirate couldn t pass up the opportunity to grab a handful of his hard-earned treasure. He
tossed the gold coins in his hand at Barlow, distracting and annoying the man while every
gem he fingered was casually popped into his mouth and swallowed down for safe keeping.
Making a full circuit around the smoking, open pit in the ground, Maymon forced
Barlow up against the damaged wing of the shuttle.
Barlow retaliated with a sudden unexpected parry, successfully throwing the confident
pirate slightly off balance for a brief moment. Taking full advantage of the small opening this
created, Barlow charged ahead with several rapid blows.
Maymon stumbled to his knees, his sword slashed from his hand by a well-timed thrust
from the other man. Unwilling to let the man who tried to buy his body and soul win the
upper hand, Maymon flung a handful of wet, grimy sand into Barlow s face, blinding the
man. Maymon didn t hesitate to pull the small dagger from the folds of his sash. Sweeping his
arm up and under Barlow s sword, which was jabbing painfully into his neck, he thrust the
small dagger into Barlow s unprotected chest.
Startled, Barlow staggered and sagged back against the scorched shuttle. He dropped his
sword to press both hands around the golden hilt of the dagger still embedded under his rib
cage. He looked up, his face wearing a crushed, disappointed expression and whispered in a
stunned tone, You cheated.
Maymon picked up Barlow s discarded weapon, inspecting the blade for any sign of his
own blood. I did the only thing what truly matters in a sword fight, mate. I won. He
slipped Barlow s prized sword between a loosened fold in his own sash and with a dismissive
wave of his hand, walked away from the wounded man.
Turning, Maymon noticed Talos for the first time. Marius and Rice stood quietly
watching in the background a few feet away. As Maymon swaggered toward his strict,
morally rigid lover, his eyes wandered over the devastation surrounding them. The bright
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morning sunlight gave him a new perspective on just how much havoc he had rained down
on the small island. His gaze trailed over the damaged shuttle, and the scorched, smoking pit
in the ground. A jutting ledge of black rock and ocean stood where the tiny strip of sandy
beach use to be. His eyes settled on Talos s expectant, unhappy glare. Staying just out of
Talos s reach, Maymon opened his arms wide in an innocent gesture and reassured, I can
explain everything, guv.
Smelling the blood of a number of men down in the hole mixed with the acid odor of
gunpowder, energy blasts and singed flesh, the big hunter glanced at the charred remains of
the small rock and said, It s going to have to be damn good to explain all of this.
Maymon glanced behind them and squinted one eye closed, trying to find a positive
angle on the mess. The sun gleamed off the few still unscorched patches of metal on the
destroyed shuttle, the bright light making the dark, sooty burn marks look even more
terrible than it did in the twilight dawn.
Tapping one insistent finger in the air in the direction of the shuttle, Maymon firmly
claimed, The fire in the ship was entirely accidental. He opened his hands in a pleading
gesture and gave Talos a wide-eyed, offended look, demanding, How was I to know how to
shoot one of those new gun things?
Eyes narrowing in a disbelieving glare, Talos bellowed, Someone gave you a blaster?
Grimacing, Maymon hesitated then ruefully admitted, Stole it, actually. His gaze
darted to Rice for support, immediately pointing out his altruistic motives. But it was all for
a good cause.
Stepping forward, Rice touched Talos s weapon s belt, pulling his attention to her
earnest face. He saved my life.
Maymon grinned and winked at the doctor, eager to have her support in his campaign
to wiggle out of some of the blame for the rampant destruction on the island.
And the explosion? Talos looked from his lover to Rice and back again to the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]