The Black Necromancer-Book 4

Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

                Kayla twisted her sword in an arc to counter a nerve-shattering blow from her simulation-opponent; the strike numbed her arm from wrist to elbow. Keeping her wits about her, she moved out of range of another attack, keeping her feet as light as possible. Playing defence was always harder for Magicians of Earth.

                She had ordered Troy and Dahlia to leave after their breathing had started to sound like asthma patients’ laboured breaths. Granted, neither of them had learned all that they were supposed to learn, but then again, too much training would be more harmful than beneficial. She had instructed both of them to relax for the rest of the day; she could only hope that they obeyed her wishes.

                Since they had left, she had turned on one of Kathryn’s illusions that Elliot had mimicked and put into a machine as a simulation. These simulations were sometimes better than a real opponent; they were the ideal soldiers to be on your side and doomsday if they were your opponent. Elliot had programmed them to know instinctively how to kill you and since they never tired, the only way you could be sure of killing them was if you directly beheaded them or stabbed them through the heart.

                It reminded her a little of training at Varmer’s castle, but the time had come for her to face her past; she could no longer run away from who she used to be… and who she still was.

                “Nice swordplay,” a female voice interrupted Kayla’s thoughts as she dodged a strike from her opponent and buried her spear in its gut. With Excalibur, she beheaded him, her opponent dissolving as she delivered the killing blow. Whirling around, she whipped her sword up. To her surprise, no one was there; she backed up into the machinery so that her attacker could only come at her from one angle. Although Tamarak could turn invisible, he most definitely had a male voice.

                “Who’s there?” she demanded. “If you like my swordplay, you should know that I can gut you with this spear as easily as you can turn invisible.”

                The threat was more to make Kayla’s nerves diffuse, rather than to insult her invisible friend. However, the air shimmered in front of her and Luna appeared, pulling off her camouflage cloak and shaking back her white-blonde braid.

                Kayla exhaled in relief. “You and Troy are just the same,” she grumbled. “Dramatic entrances and exits.”

                Luna smirked. “We wouldn’t be magicians if we were normal,” she pointed out, folding the silvery fabric into a bundle and trapping it under her arm.

                Kayla rolled her eyes. “What is it, Luna? Shouldn’t you be… I don’t know, surrounded by fifty guards somewhere?”

                Luna’s porcelain-white face turned serious and her silver eyes dimmed. “You’re right,” she muttered, fidgeting slightly. “But I had to leave; there’s something important that I have to tell you.”

                Irritation and curiosity warred through Kayla simultaneously. She was feeling frustrated because Luna was obviously escaping her protectors; she was curious about what Luna had to tell her. The curiosity won out; she took a step towards the younger girl.