Like an idiot, Monkian agrees – and, rather surprisingly, and entirely due to the Spheres of Power, Monkian manages to defeat Mumm-Ra and claim the Sword of Omens for himself.
While he’s gone, Liono convinces Monkian that his promised portion of Third Earth is not sufficient, and that he should challenge Mumm-Ra for a larger share. Mumm-Ra relieves Liono of the Sword and takes it down to the crypt, where he hopes the Eye of Thundera will go blind and lose its powers. Anyway, once he’s done that, he manages to capture Liono and Snarf, and takes them back to Mumm-Ra’s pyramid. A dead badger could probably put these three out of action. Whatever it is, it probably won’t help.”Įverything starts very well for Monkian, though: he goes to the Cats’ Lair, where he uses the Spheres of Power to put Panthro, Cheetara and Tigra out of action – though that’s not saying much. I have the feeling that Monkian will regret this scene. Mumm-Ra cackles, hands over the Spheres, and is at pains to remind Monkian that he promised ‘anything’. Still, Monkian seems incredibly keen to get his hands on them, so he rashly agrees to give Mumm-Ra anything he wants in exchange for the Spheres. To help in this endeavour, Mumm-Ra offers Monkian some Spheres of Power, which look like bouncy balls and are about as imposing. He summons Monkian to his pyramid and offers him control of a sizeable segment of Third Earth, if he can steal the Eye of Thundera. Mumm-Ra’s playing some shifty games today, though I don’t really know what he’s up to yet.
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Startled, she flinched and shrank from the sharp, fleeting light, unnerved by the sudden volatile heavens that livened before her eyes, darkening with thick storm clouds that half-masked the full moon when moments ago there had been none and all was still.In which Monkian doesn’t check the small print. Whatever they muttered next was abruptly drowned out by a resounding clap of thunder as rapid bolts of forked lightning cut across the night sky. "Let us see the face of the monster we intend to bury."Įlle watched helplessly as the men edged closer, widening their stances, and fencing Don in, but for all their deliberate goading and flashy steel, their shifty glances belied their feigned bravado, exposing their unease, whereas the Rossetti Beast was composed, showing no emotion. "How about ye show us that mug now, eh?" the third baited, stepping to his right, swinging a smaller blade back and forth with a cheeky grin. "Aye, and here I thought we had bonded over a tipple or two," another quipped, prompting all but a seething Solomon to laugh. "Assuming you can take it." Don challenged. "How does a beast come into the possession of such a magnificent piece? No matter, we need only to disarm ye once and yer as good as dead." "That's an impressive broadsword ye have there," one of the men uttered with a snicker as he stepped to his left, flaunting an axe. "Indeed," Don's voice rumbled low from the shrouded cowl, deadly but eerily calm.
Solomon shoved past his companions his mangled face mottled with rage as he adopted a plow stance. Now fitted with weaponry of their own, the men hoisted their instruments of steel and grinned maliciously as they slowly fanned out.ĭon was horribly outmanned, four against one, and what little hope that sparked within her chest fleetly ebbed.
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Bile welled in her throat, and she nearly lapsed into unconsciousness, her one hand fumbling in the dirt as she strained to break free of the witch's ruthless grasp. "No!" Fresh, hot tears pricked her eyes as white-hot pain fired through her limp appendage. "If you cannot slow him down," she informed her small horde of brigands while seizing Elle's lame arm, "Then kill him."
Raising her free hand, Elle watched in horror as her palm curled inward and then flexed, her powers expanding, molding various weapons of steel to appear from thin air. With a deepening scowl, she wasted no time in arming her men. Seraphine lowered her dagger as a look of unadulterated fury swept over her stolen, youthful features. " she rasped his name as if her lungs were bereft of clean, crisp air, her cry faint as she could hardly believe the image rendered before her watering eyes. She would recognize that deep timbre anywhere.įor a suspended, heart-stopping moment, she could neither blink nor breathe, the unbearable pain and the threat of death melting away as all of her focus locked in wide-eyed disbelief on the towering man with a hooded cowl for a face. This chapter contains violence and strong language.Įlle felt her heart take flight as her eyes landed on the cloaked figure leaping from their saddle wresting an enormous blade from its scabbard as they breached the dark of the forest, bellowing her name.
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