Ghostwalker - Erik Scott De Bie [39]
The mithral long sword swept between them, cutting Torlic's sword neatly in two. Walker continued the spin, his left hand going out.
Too late, Torlic saw steel glinting in the ghostly man's hand. The dagger jabbed into his ribs. All the strength went from Torlic's legs and he collapsed.
The broken sword hilt tumbling from his shaking fingers, Torlic looked up at his opponent in astonishment. Walker shook his cloak, and the rapier blade swayed with it. The blade had gone right through his ghostly body and done no damage. Walker's body had only become material once the blade was outside his flesh. Now, it was stuck through fabric. Walker pulled it free and the blade came out sparkling clean.
Torlic saw, even as his vision swam in a sea of red, half a dozen guards rush into the room behind his attacker. He also could have sworn he saw a sad face flickering at the edge of his vision-the face of an old man mourning a loss.
Torlic had nothing at all to say as Walker slashed down with the shimmering mithral sword, angling for his head.
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"You! Halt in the name of the Silver Marches!" Arya heard Unddreth shout from within as she ran into the house. The clashing of swords and more panicked cries followed the shout.
She rushed through the open door into the training room but pulled up short, along with three other guards in Quaervarr watch uniforms. They watched the spectacle before them, stupefied expressions on their faces.
Walker whirled among the guards as a dervish, his sword darting right and left to parry blows, whipping back and forth like a leaf in a hurricane. Three watchmen, including Narb and the hammer-wielding Unddreth, were hacking at the black-clad warrior, who stood over a corpse Arya could only assume had once been Torlic.
Rapier in hand, Narb lunged from the right. Walker leaped to the side, his cloak trailing in a circle as he spun away. Narb's rapier sparked off Unddreth's shield, causing the genasi to shout and falter in his low attack. Leaping over the swinging hammer, Walker whirled in the air, batting the third guard's sword out of the way and snapping up an elbow to strike the back of Unddreth's blocky head. With a confused grunt, the genasi staggered forward and fell bodily against Narb. They went down together in a heap.
Without hesitation-without even losing a beat-Walker stepped forward to engage the third guard, a ruddy-cheeked man whose movements had suddenly become much more frantic.
"What are you waiting for?" the cruel voice of Meris shouted almost in her ear. Turning, Arya saw the wild scout with a sword in one hand and a hand axe in the other. "After him!"
"Begging your pardon, Sir," one of the guards said. They had entered the room but hung back warily. "What good can we do against-"
Meris swung his axe around and lodged it in the doorframe with a thunk. He reached over and ripped the light crossbow from the watchman's belt. "Must I do everything?" he asked as he took aim.
"But ye'll hit Delem!" the soldier protested. He reached out to knock the weapon away, but not before Meris fired.
As though he sensed the projectile coming, Walker spun, but not out of its path. Rather, as it streaked for the hapless Delem's head, Walker shot out his arm to intercept the bolt. The ghostwalker scowled as it clanged off his left bracer, and the impact sent him stumbling away from Delem, shattering his momentum. The young guard, oblivious to the attack, seized the advantage and pressed after Walker.
"You see?" Meris said. He reclaimed his axe-and a chunk of the wall in the process. "Break his focus, and you win the battle. He's ours now." Then he charged into the fray, leaving the hesitating guards scrambling to catch up.
Arya took a step forward, but no more than a step, for she was immediately on her guard.
Walker, who had been retreating before Delem's press all the way to the rear wall, suddenly leaped over Delem's low slash, kicked off the wall, and flew over his head. Delem's sword slashed in, but instead of finding Walker's flesh, it cut into a thick oak beam supporting the wall