Fires of Prophecy_ Book Two of the Morcyth Saga - Brian Pratt [123]
With a final look toward the pit fighters, Jiron says, “You keep her safe!”
Scar says, “You can count on us,” the others nod their heads in agreement.
With a slight nod of his head, Jiron leaves the warehouse with James right behind and closes the door behind them. Turning to James he says, “Let’s go cause some trouble!”
“Right behind you,” he says, not nearly as eager as Jiron seems to be.
Jiron leads him through back streets as they avoid the patrols until they’ve put most of the city between them and where the others wait. Hiding in the shadows of an alley, they watch as a patrol of five guards approach from down the street.
“You ready?” Jiron asks James.
“No,” James replies, sighing slightly, “but I never will be. So let’s just do it.”
They wait for the guards to march pass and then Jiron runs out of the alley and tackles the one in the rear while James causes a light to burst overhead.
His knives strike out, killing the rear guard while James takes out another with a slug. Cries begin sounding in the night and horns start to sound. Jiron quickly gains his feet as the remaining three turn around, momentarily blinded by the light bursting overhead.
Jiron closes with the next one and quickly takes him out. “Let’s get out of here!” he hollers to James as they run, leaving the remaining two guards to sound the alarm.
“Think that did it?” James asks as they dash through a side alley to get away from the scene of the attack.
“Probably not enough to draw them from the docks,” he says. “We need something a bit more spectacular.”
“Alright,” James says as they race around a corner.
“Nothing yet,” Shorty announces from where he’s looking out the window for the signal.
“It’s only been a couple minutes,” Delia says. “Give them time.”
Tersa comes over near Delia and asks, “Do you think they’ll be able to draw off the guards at the docks?”
Delia nods her head as she remembers the massive explosion James had produced back at the City of Light, “I’m sure they can manage it.”
Suddenly a bright light comes in through the window and everyone runs over to look. A starburst explodes in the sky near the far side of Al-Kur. “Was that them?” asks Tersa.
“Has to be,” Delia replies just as horns begin to sound off in the distance.
Shorty runs over to a window that has a good view of the docks and the men stationed there. After a brief look he turns back to them and says, “They’re still there.”
“What are they doing?” Scar asks as he moves to join him.
“They’re looking at the light but otherwise not moving,” he says.
“Come on guys,” Stig says as he looks out the window toward the starburst that’s beginning to fade, “you’ve got to do better than that.”
They can see other guards running toward the commotion off in the distance, but the ones at the docks remain where they are.
“I don’t think…” Yorn starts to say when…
Crumph!
A massive explosion rips through the night, fireballs shooting into the air as well as chunks of stone from whatever building had blown up.
“Way to go, James!” Scar exclaims jubilantly.
“Some are leaving!” Shorty shouts from where he’s watching the docks.
“How many?” asks Stig.
“It looks like all but about ten,” Scar replies.
Potbelly says, “That’s better than twenty.”
“It’s unlikely any more will leave if they haven’t already,” adds Stig.
“I agree,” Scar says. “Shorty, can you take out a few before we get there?”
“Three or four,” he replies. “I’m running out of knives.”
“That will do,” he says. “We can take care of the rest.” Drawing one of his swords, he opens the door and takes the lead as they begin making their way slowly toward the docks. The rest of the fighters follow him closely with Roland and the girls at the end along with Potbelly, who’s doing better but still not up to his best.
When they reach the docks, they pause briefly before passing from the cover afforded by the last of the warehouses. Shorty readies his knives and with a nod from Scar, begins throwing them in rapid succession. The others break into a run toward the guards