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Kaxim shook his head. ‘The thing is, Kíríga, before you can use íkan and metanoids to defeat the enemy, you must comprehend the basics. With someone who breaks the rules to give you an advantage over the Sab?r Hawk-trained warriors. We can ask around, see who fits the bill.’
Killen’s hawkstone flashed, heating with an overwhelming force that almost took his breath away.
He saw glimpses in his consciousness, sensing its unrelenting will.
He sucked his teeth in frustration. ‘Go ahead and find options, but I may already have one such master in mind.’
Chapter 15
Kos glittered under a bright sun hung high in the pale blue sky.
The orb cast its luminous rays over the bustling city, casting a golden radiance over all in its path.
Only a few clouds were present to give cover.
The light was blinding, causing Katánians in full avifauna form to soar into Kos angled away from the dazzling brilliance.
On the ground, the hordes squinted and shielded their eyes.
Heat enveloped everything, like a blanket wrapping around the metropolis.
It radiated off every surface, reflecting off windows and glass structures.
The city’s marbled walls sparkled as the rays bounced off the intricate gold and silver veins threaded through the obsidian surfaces.
While some eyries were settling into afternoon naps to escape the heat, the Sab?r Arena buzzed with life as most of Kos descended past the canals and into the vast coliseum.
The sun was a behemoth, beaming down on the sweat-soaked bodies of the hyped-up crowd.
The light breeze from the feathered fans on each level of the packed seating rows was a welcome relief.
It brushed cool air against the skin, offering a slight reprieve from the humidity.
Under the sweltering arena, Kaniz and Sana’a walked through an archway leading to the coliseum from the changing rooms.
Both fanned themselves as they strode into the waiting tunnel, an oasis of shade.
‘Fokk this heat,’ Kaniz murmured.
Sana’a nodded, pressing an ice pack to her forehead, arms and neck. ‘On days like these, I long for the glass lakes of Shotel’s Ice Valleys,’ she sighed.
A few more steps into the thoroughfare, they found a colossal creature pacing its dark corners.
He glanced up with a snarl, revealing gold fangs.
Lifting a hand, he drew his hand across his neck.
He jerked his chin at Sanaa and turned away to growl at his kísímí master and entourage.
The Shotelai studied him with a small smile, eyes raking over his tall banded krest of gilded ivory interwoven with diamonds.
Jewellery dripped down his massive chest, and his arms were stamped with golden and silver tattoos.
Kaniz prodded her. ‘Kartik’s weakness is his pride. His strength is his size. Prick the first, dance around the other, and victory will be yours.’
Sana’a nodded her understanding, turning her attention instead to surveying the crowds she saw through the slatted spaces in the walls.
They were a livelier throng, given Kartik’s fame and the added drawcard of fighting the infamous Shotelai for the main bout.
