Chapter One: The Sands of Sorrow -Part Three-

Dhalryk's stupor was shattered by the lunging blade of Batoda. There was hardly a moment after Jekka fell before his enemy was off the floor and upon him. Dhalryk parried the rapid stabbings of the Nillian knowing full well that even the tiniest nick would kill him in an instant. Batoda’s body was turned sideways and he held the blade in his right hand, his left trickled blood from the arrow in his shoulder. The attacks were a series of forward thrusts that changed target each time, trying for Dhal's shoulder, belly, leg, and head. Suddenly, he slashed horizontally at neck level. The blade severed the cord of Dhal's white desert cloak, but didn't graze his skin.

Batoda eased up his attack for a moment to see if his strike had found its mark, and Dhalryk seized his opportunity. With the same speed he used to parry the lighter dagger, he slashed viciously and connected with Batoda's right calf muscle. The wizard screamed and dropped to the floor, bringing the dagger down in a stabbing motion as he did. Dhalryk sprang under the blade and to his right. The weapon pierced the fallen cloak where he'd been standing.

Batoda was hobbled. He tried to stand but slipped back to the ground heavily, a look of hatred as he watched Dhal circle him from a safe distance. His breathing was ragged as he spoke.

"You'll join her! Mark me, you will!"

Dhalryk shook his head. “Not today.”

Batoda's eyes were wells of darkness beneath his bushy eyebrows. With tremendous effort he pulled his injured leg in front of him and assumed a lotus position, cross legged on the floor, fingertips from each hand spread and touching. Dhal moved in to strike the sitting man but as he approached the fallen dagger rose from the floor near Batoda and began to float in the air directly in front of him, as if wielded by an invisible assailant. It only hovered for a moment before it lunged.

Dhalryk was back to where he was before, blocking and parrying the fatal red blade, only now, he lacked the ability to read the body language of his attacker. The task was much more difficult and over and over the blade came within centimeters of his skin. A loud hum was beginning to permeate the room. Dhal couldn't spare a full glance, but out of the corners of his eyes he could see violet colored energies starting to flow in fog-like rivulets out of the great ashen stone and towards Batoda.

Dhalryk knew what he had to do. He parried the next attack as hard as he could and turned his back on the floating death. He took the steps of the dais at a run and as he passed the vibrating monolith he smashed into one of the three copper legs holding it up with all his strength. He was almost certain that the dagger would land in his back before he had a chance to wheel around and parry; but he needed to destroy that stone, even at the cost of his life.

The old leg, tarnished green, and worn from the ages of sand, broke easily under the impact. Dhal fell down the steps of the dais and rolled onto his back ready to defend himself. As the ancient stone fell it intersected with the blade that was a hairs breadth behind him and brought it crashing to the ground with it. As the gray monolith crumbled and shattered down the grooved onyx steps it released a bright purple light. The wild energy surged out of its cracked remains uncontrollably. Fierce winds spun around the room, surging to be free of the tower's confines. Sand stung his eyes and the gale carried small stones and sparks within it. Dhalryk struggled to his feet against the dervish and raised his sword.

Batoda was still sitting, being buffeted by the tempest of sand, wind, and color. His murderous hands left red streaks as he clutched his bald head and wailed at Dhalryk.

"Do you even know what it is you've done? Do you? You have no idea what you've released!" His eyes, often hidden, were wide with terror as Dhal approached his with a raised sword.

"I know you've killed Jekka. That's all I need to know." The blade descended and Batoda was no more.

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