Fate Breakers

Chapter 36

Gannon

Shit, shit, shit!

I'm gonna die because of a crazy blonde bitch in a dark, spooky ass hallway, in a castle full of Vampires. Inessa is kinda crazy, this bitch is outright insane! Inessa, you can at least get a grasp of where she's moving because of how big her body is. This bitch moves like a fucking dragon fly crossed with a headless chicken, that's somehow as skilled as a Spartan soldier.

Three times, she's gone for my head. I don't know how I still fucking have it. Apparently, by the confused look on her face, she doesn't know either. "Well, you're certainly more skilled than I expected you to be."

"Excuse me?!" Now I'm scared and insulted. The Gods must've decided on a second trial of Pandora with this woman. "I'm a fucking trained soldier, and you didn't expect me to be skilled!?"

Another swing for the head. That one got way too close. Hopefully my hair isn't that fucked up. Irkingly enough, she seems amused by my panic. "You guys don't necessarily have the best track record."

I don't even feel I have the time to really reach for my sword. She just won't stop. When I get a bit of distance, I lift my cloak, the material catching the sword rather than getting torn by it. Wrapping my cloak around it would be inviting death to the party, so I opt to make my fingertips spark, faking like I'll let the sparks loose to give me time to back up.

Hastily, I grab my sword. "I think the proper way of doing this is to take me out to dinner before you fuck me!"

She laughs, already recovering from my diversion. "Forgive me, I'm not that patient or personal. I like it quick and messy."

I barely manage to parry her strike. "First of all, that's fucking disgusting." Also mildly upsetting, I thought being crude in a fight could be a me thing, but it looks like I'm already outmatched. Should just stick to what I'm good at. "Second of all, I think if you're so intent on ending my life tonight, I should at the least know who to curse when I'm down in the Underworld."

Her sword slams against mine. She's taller than I am, and her lean body packs more of a punch than you'd expect. "Nice try," she snickers.

I only ever half understood the whole true name thing. Sure there's power behind knowing someone's name, but there are a few instances where having a name doesn't protect someone. Lorenzo is Makatza's brother by blood, but dropping his name in a conversation isn't guaranteed to save him or doom him. A name only matters if there's power behind it to begin with. It's better she thinks that I don't know who she is. Then maybe, she'll get cocky.

Unfortunately, she got a few good hits in, and missing meals for so many days in a row took more of a toll than I had expected. There's no chance of fighting her, I just have to evade.

My head feels like it's spinning. I'm moving and moving, and somehow I'm not getting hit. I feel like I'm seeing double, and somehow seeing things before they happen. May's getting frustrated. This non-fight is taking way longer than she wanted it too. From the way she's gritting her teeth, to the way she increases her speed, it seems she's on a time limit.

That's when I see it. "You're O'Malleian?"

May freezes, something close to guilt crossing her face. The force of her sword against mine makes my bones creak. "I've passed through."

"Liar." The word slips out with more strength than I have to back it up. I let her dip past me while trying to charge. "You were at the fall of The Ridge, weren't you? Were you the one that caused it?"

Again, my bones creak at another slam. I don't expect the kick to my chest. It doesn't hurt, but I let myself fall to catch my breath. I have to fake it. She's angry enough to where I might be able to make it through this.