Chapter 215

Earlier than the Emissary uttered his command, Track was already in movement. Taking a stand in entrance, Track shielded Grasp along with her physique, saber prepared on the hip, proper hand gripping the hilt and left hand steadying the scabbard. Each muscle in her physique tensed as she studied her foe, a lithe, flesh-coloured creature of nightmare. Her first confrontation with a Demon had her instincts screaming of peril and vulnerability, demanding she flee from this most fearsome of foes, however she rejected the notion with disdain. The Demon was coming for Grasp and Songs sole objective was to defend her. Confronted along with her strongest foe up to now, Track readied to unleash her biggest strike.

Instructor Du Min Gyu taught her all she would wish to know for years to come back, laying the inspiration of what Track would change into. Infinite hours of sweat and toil ready her for this singular second, the top of all her efforts and struggling. Failure was not an possibility, success removed from sure, however nonetheless she stood her floor, realizing one strike is all she had.

One strike is all she wanted.

The Demon stepped ahead from the bottom of the bridge, nonetheless many metres away. Disregarding widespread logic, Track started her strike, having seen along with her personal eyes how the creature appeared from skinny air, rescuing the Emissary from sure loss of life and crossing nearly fifteen meters within the blink of a watch. Armed with this data, Track aimed the place she anticipated the Demon to materialize, within the empty house straight earlier than her, imploring the Mom for power and fortune.

If the creature appeared wherever else, Track was doomed.

Exhaling slowly, her pupils expanded and world narrowed, her thoughts filtering out all inconsequential data and leaving her conscious of nothing however Grasp behind, the Demon forward, and herself. Time slowed and hues sharpened, sounds muted and smells light as Track turned one with the saber, targeted on one thought and one thought solely: Lower. Her edge Honed to perfection, she eased a quarter-centimetre out the scabbard, severing the air round it. The ensuing vacuum adhered steel to leather-based, the scabbard embracing her tighter than earlier than. Although the friction labored towards her, it was additionally her ally, and he or she allowed herself a half-smile.

First step, success.

Together with her blade midway out the sheath, the Demon disappeared from sight, however Track paid it no thoughts, all her consideration on the duty at hand. Although shed but to efficiently mix all her expertise into one strike, her previous failures had been irrelevant. Masters life was at stake, so Track was left with no alternative however to succeed. The short-draw method was easy sufficient, a stance taken from her most acquainted Kind, the Domineering Tiger. A minor variation of Swiping the Rushes, shed practised the motion numerous occasions earlier than, her physique able to performing with out course. As a substitute, she targeted on her Chi manipulations. Lightening each blade and physique whereas persevering with to Hone was a job very similar to composing a poem with the best hand whereas portray a portrait with the left. Difficult, however not not possible with apply. Unburdened of weight and gravity, her actions sped up whereas her mass remained unaffected, maximizing the pressure delivered.Up to date from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Second step, full.

Showing earlier than her, the Demons thick, seductive lips twisted in a smile, revealing an ideal row of dainty, pointed tooth. Its claws stretched and sharpened because it thrust at Songs coronary heart, anticipating to pierce by Track and into Grasp, however the Demon was too predictable. Her blade emerged from the scabbard and struck, silently tearing by the vacuum and consuming the gap between blade and Demon sooner than anybody anticipated.

Apart from Track.

A fraction of a second earlier than her blade struck, Songs Chi Amplified her assault with flawless precision, scything by the Demons prolonged hand and forearm with ease. Unable to halt its momentum, the Demon shrieked because it impaled itself on her blade, carving a deep wound throughout the Demons chest. Its cost defeated, it reeled again as a thunderous increase erupted within the aftermath of Songs strike, acidic ichor spraying from its wound and splashing onto Songs face. Ignoring the burning ache, Track launched the scabbard and introduced her saber round for a sweeping, two-handed chop.

So what if one strike wasnt sufficient? A second would observe, and one other, and one other. Track was ready to offer it her all, intent on defending Grasp regardless of the fee.

The Demons face twisted in anger because it introduced its second claw to bear, solely to be smashed away by Songs chop. Unable to chop by the Demons metallic flesh, her saber dug a shallow furrow by its torso from shoulder to hip. A disgrace her second strike lacked the facility of the primary, solely Lightened and Honed, else she may need killed the creature then and there. Decided to finish issues, Track stepped ahead and exhaled, elevating her saber to thrust on the Demons coronary heart, placing all she had into the strike. Piercing by empty air, Track clicked her tongue in annoyance as she discovered herself standing alone, monitoring the Demon again to Gens aspect. Clutching its ruined arms to its bosom, the Emissary and his pet each glared at her with undisguised hatred, the sight filling Track with pleasure.

At present, Li Track, a mere slave of 19 years, confronted off towards a Demon and the Demon was discovered missing.

Fumbling by Mafus saddlebags, Rain pulled out a water-resistant satchel. It appears like half your face is… Catching himself in time, he feigned a weak smile and shook his head. No, not that dangerous.

His close to slip earned him a punch on the shoulder as Grasp allowed him to deal with her wounds. Fool. Like youre one to speak, youre lacking chunks of flesh. I cant imagine you, all the time biting off greater than you’ll be able to chew. Dueling with Black Coronary heart Nazier, your vanity is aware of no bounds.

Yea, it was a detailed factor. Track, can you discover some bandag- The phrases froze in Rains throat as he turned to Track, seeing her for the primary time. Holy shit. Grabbing her arm, he barked, Lean over, open your mouth, and breath by your nostril. Meekly obeying out of behavior, Track flinched as he emptied his water pores and skin on her face, mewling as waves of agony shot by her. Stamping her ft and clenching her palms, she teared up because the water gushed in from the aspect of her mouth and out over her lips. Blinking in horror, Track sobbed on the implication. The ichor ate a gap by her face.

Oh Mom above, I can see her tooth by her cheek. Why didnt you say something? Grasp took Songs hand and stroked her hair, and although it did little to alleviate the ache, she was pleased for the eye. I used to be too targeted on the struggle, and… Forgive me. Your lovely face is ruined… Track didnt thoughts. If she had been disfigured, then there can be much less threat of undesirable consideration. Magnificence was extra a curse than present to Track. If she’d been a plain, unattractive girl, its doable Instructor Du would by no means have gifted her to Grasp Kai. How may her life had turned out if she remained in Instructor Dus service?

Amidst the crippling ache, a small pinprick of reduction landed on her cheek, a heat, soothing sensation that shortly unfold. Quickly after, a tiny mass of ichor broke free and flowed into her mouth, the foul tasting lump streaming to the bottom beneath. Extra adopted because the ichor broke aside and Songs chest heaved with reduction. After the final of the ichor washed away, Track straightened up and nearly smiled, flinching away as Rain dabbed her face with a towel. Her wound not damage, however she disliked his contact, an ingrained distaste she had little management over. Warily learning his actions, she noticed a single droplet of water leap onto his hand and seep into his pores and skin, leaving her stunned and confused. Had he Woke up to the Blessing of Water?

Elevating her eyebrow in silent query, Rain coughed and pretended to not discover, trying visibly drained. Right here, he mentioned, handing a container to Grasp, Unfold that over the wound, however be sure to dont get any inside her mouth. With a weak smile, he nodded at Track. Put a bandage in your cheek and nobody will even discover.

Masters concern confirmed in her voice as she utilized the salve. Dont fear Track, worse involves worst, Ailing ask a healer to repair you up. Youll be fairly as a peach very quickly.

Unable to reply, Track stood in place, curious as to Rains newfound management over water. It appeared Track was shortly being left behind, her aspirations of standing at Masters aspect fading with every second that handed. Saddened by the thought, she silently listened whereas Grasp defined the whole lot Rain had missed, downplaying her personal half and grossly exaggerating Songs accomplishments.

On the finish of Masters animated story-telling, Rain smiled at Track, her face swaddled in too many bandages, Grasp’s over enthusiastic work. Unbelievable, thanks for retaining Mila protected. Now you two relaxation for some time, Im gonna go be a part of the struggle.

A fast look on the bridge confirmed an all out brawl having damaged out, Girl Tursinai and Ser Tenjin nonetheless within the thick of issues, now joined by the opposite Sentinels. How the Defiled broke by was instantly clear as Track watched two Defiled Champions commerce blows with the Bekhai heroes. A close-by soldier answered Rains inquiry, explaining that the 2 Champions in query had been Ravager Kaliyan and former guard captain Mao Jianghong.

Rain, Grasp mentioned, grabbing him by the sleeve and returning his sword, plucked from the corpse of the useless bandit. Watch out this time. My coronary heart cant deal with seeing you nearly die once more.

Dont fear my love, he answered with a wink. If issues go proper, I wont even must get shut. Watch and be amazed. Leaving the roosequins behind, Track and Grasp adopted him to the bottom of the bridge. Spreading his arms vast, Rain raised his head and channelled a large torrent of Chi, palpable even to Songs senses. Ready with bated breath, she anticipated towards all logic for some miracle to happen. Maybe he would do as Elder Ming had, firing droplets of water able to piercing metal. Or possibly he was binding the river to his management earlier than commanding it to clean away the Defiled and take the bridge. One situation after one other flashed by Songs thoughts, each defying logic, but when anybody may do it, it could be Rain.

Seconds handed, which turned to minutes, and after a protracted wait, Rain lowered his palms and scratched his head, his Chi subsiding. Muttering beneath his breath, Rain drew his sword. Tch. That is bullshit. Fucking nugatory water. Why couldnt I’ve lightning, or fireplace, or Bear palms? Struggling to comprise her laughter, Grasp buried her face in Songs shoulder whereas Rain marched to affix the struggle in a extra mundane method.

Inwardly sighing, Track swallowed the bitter disappointment. Its what she deserved for believing in Falling Rain.

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