Page 284 of The Gods Order

“Fuck yes, Seismet!”

A few feet from us, Fausta and Mara drop down, while above us, Verlet, Havar, and the other Veilatara lash their wings outward, knocking more Oblirians and Dark Gods to their asses before they even realize what’s happening.

From atop his back, my blades point in every direction. I use them to direct my Obliteration and slice through bodies that get too close.

Together, we carve a path. Every stride widens the opening for our Defenders to pour in behind us.

As familiar armor races past, I snatch my Obliteration back beneath my skin. The two sides fold together so fast it becomes too difficult to tell who’s friend or foe from Seismet’s back.

Shit.

Too many Oblirians. Too fucking close to Seismet.

If I stay mounted much longer, we’ll become targets instead of weapons.

My attention snaps left at the bellow of my name, and my gaze locks with Yemi’s. Her men still surround her while her barriers crash into bodies, sending them flying backward.

I don’t suppress the dark chuckle that spills from my throat.

“I need to get closer to Yemi. You get back in the air and help the others,” I tell Seismet, pointing my sword toward her.

“No. You stay right where you are. We will fly.”

“I can’t. My Obliteration is my biggest asset right now, but from the air I’m going to turn one of our own into ash.”

An annoyed neigh flows from his nostrils as he raises his leg and kicks a Dark God straight through the chest.

Some of the god’s ribcage returns with his hoof.

“Fine.” His displeased growl echoes in my mind. “But I will have my eye on you at all times.”

“Make sure you watch where you’re flying.”

He doesn’t care for my sarcasm. He rears up and his wings flare.

His front hooves crash down, sending another wave of beings tumbling backward. I slide off his back before the dust can settle.

The moment my boots hit the ground, his hooves leave it, and bodies close around me.

A rusted axe swings toward my shoulder and I duck beneath it. My sword drives through his ribs, and I rip it free in one fluid motion. Blood sprays across the trampled dirt as I pivot into the next attacker. My second blade finds the gap beneath his jaw before he can raise his weapon.

No pause. No hesitation.

Just keep going.

A purr pierces the chaos overhead and the unmistakable sound of wings follows an instant later. Powerful gusts rip across the battlefield as my Veilatara tear through another line of enemies somewhere above me.

He’s such a badass.

I shove another soldier backward with my shoulder, kick the inside of his knee until bone cracks beneath my boot, then spin away before he hits the ground.

Not a second later, someone lunges from my right and steel screams against steel. The impact jolts through my arm and one of my swords slips from my grip.

I twist, letting his momentum carry him past me before driving my elbow into his throat. He stumbles, choking, and I finish him with a clean slash across his neck.

Fuck, they’re everywhere.

“Move!”