looked at Consus eye to eye and asked, “What would you have of me?”
will have what you came for. What’s that you have in the chest,
old man? Let’s take a look.”
sent you?” asked Mancuso without showing emotion.
us?” Consus acted stunned, unconvincingly. “No one sent
us, we was just out for a little loot. Come on, did you find some
for us?” All the while advancing, the others now jeering and
mock jabbing at him with their swords when his back was turned.
shook his head slowly. “The
false-hearted always lie: a treasure seeker declares himself an
explorer; a bandit claims to be a treasure seeker; but only an assassin
or worse would admit to being a thief.”
He gently placed the chest down with stiff back and bended knee, never
taking his eyes off of Consus. Patting the small chest with his
free hand he replied, “Now, why not come and take a look, little
or no, this was just the push they needed. At once, Consus and the
others rushed at Mancuso.
one swift motion, Mancuso flung his cloak at those just behind him and
lunged at those before him. His blade grew hot with a bright amber
edge. LaSor was no
ordinary blade; it had a heritage older than Cah Bel and came from
unknown origins. It could slice through steal and stone as easily
as through flesh.
first Shadow Knight to come toward him must have known of LaSor’s
history, for as soon as he saw the amber edge he dodged rather than
parried Mancuso’s first slice. Mancuso’s jab glanced to the
side, but using this momentum he ducked to one knee swung around with
the other leg outstretched and tripped this knight. As the knight
fell back he tried to balance his fall with a stone bench. Mancuso
sliced up through the bench leg. It crumbled and Mancuso kicked it
on top of the knight ... one knight down, for the moment.