Mogaba felt no
elation as he watched the disaster unfold, In fact, he became more
troubled. He could see that there would be survivors. Those people
were still strong enough to hold off the Guards and Greys while
they evacuated their casualites. That meant that, unless he enjoyed
a gargantuan turn of luck and they were all killed by missiles
before they could get away, he still faced a final battle.
He had no tricks left in his bag.
The shadows had not been completely effective. Which proved what
he had suspected for some time. The enemy had a similar force at
his disposal. And that force had responded in time to save some of
the raiders.
He watched crossbow bolts, arrows and even javelins bounce off
the creatures in the great seething black cloaks. Only one of those
people got hurt.
A fireball’s flare, as the big carpet backed away from the
parapet, gave just enough light for Mogaba to distinguish the
Lifetaker armor.
“Lady,” he murmured. Awed.
That same flash must have reflected off his eyeballs or teeth,
betraying him somehow. Because when he glanced at the post riders
he found the one in the Widowmaker armor hurling straight at him,
black cape expanding to shut out the sky.
Mogaba felt no
elation as he watched the disaster unfold, In fact, he became more
troubled. He could see that there would be survivors. Those people
were still strong enough to hold off the Guards and Greys while
they evacuated their casualites. That meant that, unless he enjoyed
a gargantuan turn of luck and they were all killed by missiles
before they could get away, he still faced a final battle.
He had no tricks left in his bag.
The shadows had not been completely effective. Which proved what
he had suspected for some time. The enemy had a similar force at
his disposal. And that force had responded in time to save some of
the raiders.
He watched crossbow bolts, arrows and even javelins bounce off
the creatures in the great seething black cloaks. Only one of those
people got hurt.
A fireball’s flare, as the big carpet backed away from the
parapet, gave just enough light for Mogaba to distinguish the
Lifetaker armor.
“Lady,” he murmured. Awed.
That same flash must have reflected off his eyeballs or teeth,
betraying him somehow. Because when he glanced at the post riders
he found the one in the Widowmaker armor hurling straight at him,
black cape expanding to shut out the sky.