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But what the attackers lacked in style, they made up for in numbers, with over a hundred K?str?l koyas facing Killen and Sana’a blades.
‘Give it up, usurper and your Switchblade whore. We have you surrounded,’ Kalila hissed.
Braced on either side of her by her koven members, she leaned toward the pair, her half-shorn off wing leaking blood trails through the air. ‘You have no place here on Katáne, neither of you. Not now, not ever.’
With that, she sunk back into the grasp of her companions. ‘Keb, make sure they are nothing but tiny, pulverised bones when you’re done with them.’
Sana’a surged towards Kalila with a snarl.
Moving so fast, she was a blur until she fell against a solid mass.
Killen’s wings came around her, banding over her as he pulled her to the side to let the koven pass. ‘Khany’s, don’t.’
Infuriated, Sana’a whisper-raged at him. ‘This is a mistake. Get out of my way. Don’t stand in between me and my rightful kill.’
‘You can’t fight them all,’ he whispered. ‘They’re too many and will rip you to shreds if you try. I won’t let that happen.’
Sana’a struggled in his wing grip, watching with disbelief as Kalila was carried off, her retinue disappearing in the night storm.
The air vibrated as the hundred-fold k?str?ls approached, their dark energy pulsing through the elemental tempest.
Sana’a stiffened herself, readying for the worst, as Killen’s grasp on her tightened.
‘Take it easy,’ he rasped.
‘You telling me to fokkin’ relax? You just told me we’re no match for them.’
Killen smiled. ‘Should have clarified. They’re no match for me.’
Then his hawkstone blazed.
A blinding radiance erupted from his forehead, engulfing the sky. It pulsed and resonated with a power that shook the core of Katáne.
As the light faded, Sana’a opened her eyes and slow-blinked as Killen freed her of his tight hold.
Where once hovered a firmament full of menacing enemies now floated a multitude of insensate K?str?l warriors. They wheeled about midair, knocked out; the only sound was the wind howling around them.
Sana’a cocked her head at the smug man by her side, sliding from his winged grasp. ‘What just happened?’
‘The hawkstone happened,’ he said, gesturing to their now motionless foes. ‘It gathered all the íkan in the air and created a shockwave that’ll have them out for a few hours.’
‘Even him?’ Sana’a asked, pointing to an unconscious figure wheeling through the sky. It was Keb, the kavalier and Kalila’s arokí witcher.
‘Him too. He’s lucky I’ve yet to master pulverisation.’
Sana’a shook her head in exasperation. ‘I think you need to let them down easy.’
Killen smirked as he summoned two of his chrome koya back into his hands and flicked íkan out of them.
It washed over the insensate spinning horde.
The pair observed in silence as the warriors floated to the planet’s surface—most of them landing on fields and fruit orchards at the base of the majestic mountain of Karth.
As the last, they disappeared lost amongst grass and groves, just as the storm began to subside.
Sana’a inhaled, turning slowly to glare at her lover. ‘You knew you’d be able to take them out with your hawkstone, so I can only conclude that you let Kalila go.’
‘I did. I had to.’
