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As her eyes met Killen’s, a silent communication passed between the couple.
While their attacker was almost flawless, he was outnumbered.
Killen wheeled away, giving Sana’a the opening to engage the beast.
Her weapons clashed against the creature’s scaled wings, sparks flying with each strike.
When the predator swiped at her with a leer, the Shotelai woman snarled at him. ‘Don’t keep testing me! I’m going to fokk your shit up!’
The creature roared back, its razor-sharp appendages clawing at her.
She danced out of its way as Killen soared into play.
Killen, wheeling around, made another strike; this time, his koya sliced their attacker’s lower thorax.
He screeched and tumbled mid-air for a second.
The couple shared a second look.
With a synchronised burst, they struck in an unceasing blaze of fury, their blades penetrating its defences.
The beast howled in rage, stumbling back before regaining its footing. Its eyes glowed with an eerie intensity as it lunged forward again, its claws slashing in wild abandon.
But Killen and Sana’a were in tandem, moving with coordinated grace, avoiding the worst of its onslaughts.
With a swift hook of her SHärd blade, Sana’a managed to sever the chromed tip of one of the being’s wings. Causing it to screech in pain and lose its balance for a moment.
Killen took advantage of the distraction, balling his talons to deliver a decisive blow to the creature’s head.
It flung it back, and he followed with a swipe of the creature’s krest, almost severing it. The strike was so hard-hitting that it was knocked to the ground, blood flowing from the gaping wound in the head.
Panting, Killen rushed to its side and toed its giant form, which lay unresponsive. ‘It’s out. For now.’
Sana’a joined him as they stared at the monstrous fiend, both panting from the intense struggle. She glanced up, and their eyes met.
Killen lifted a hand to draw her in, and she fell into his arms.
They stood, eyes closed, shivering as the adrenalin from their battle seeped away.
‘Apologies for the friendly fire,’ a voice called out.
They whirled around, eyes wide.
Their eyes fell on a man standing where the monster had fallen.
His face was hawk-like, with skin as crimson as cinnabar.
Despite the human-like face, Killen spotted his three rows of ferocious teeth between his hoary lips.
His extended koya were braided into an impossibly regenerated black and red threaded krest that extended to his back and was made of feathers almost a cubit long.
Even more surprising was the utter lack of any wounds on his body.
Shocked, the couple stared for a beat.
Killen stepped in front of Sana’a, shielding her. ‘Friendly? Fokk, you’re a khora. A dark Ka?'m??r? hunter.’
Killen had encountered one on Devansi and had witnessed how their sab?rs almost always dealt a fatal blow.
