Pure Ice

Chapter 6 - Keeping a promise

Krýakardiá turns to Sheila. "What was that?" he asks.

Sheila faces the direction it came from. "Another dragon coming at us fast. It is much larger and clearly stronger than the one stalling us at the moment."

"How can you say all that with such a straight face?!" Krýakardiá demanded. "No," he said taking a breath. "Never mind, is there a way for us to escape?"

Sheila watched the incoming dragon. "At the rate it's heading towards us, we have no chance. Including this man here in our calculations on his stalling our movement."

Krýakardiá watches in frustration, he could see how panicked his sister was. Finally, Sheila turns to face krýakardiá. "There is a way for us to escape. It is only a one chance, if we fail, we are goners understand?"

Krýakardiá looks over at her on surprise. "I understand, but do we really stand a chance?"

"Yes." Was her only reply before falling silent. Silently she watched the incoming dragon. By now, they were close enough as to discern the figure riding on top of the dragon.

"On my mark, ride straight towards the mountains. Do not look back, do not stop and most of all, do not hesitate. It can cost you your life. Not only you but your companions as well."

Krýakardiá nods.

As the dragon drew closer, Sheila took out her fans. "Start running!" She says before turning back to the two dragons and their riders. "The four of you will not peruse them any longer." Starting a gust of air with her fans, she made an air shield to trap the dragons. Next, pushing the fans at them, she sends them flying in the opposite direction the mountains.

"Foolish human." Said the man who had just arrived on the dragon, "you will not live to see the end of your life." The man, similar to the other idiot, wore all black, however instead of having a sword, he had a whip. Swinging the whip full force at Sheila, she uses her fans to block. The force pushed her back a few metres.

"Who are you girl? Your not an ordinary human. That includes your looks and reflexes. No human can have such things, what are you?" He screeches. His voice sounded as if it was chalk being scratched against a blackboard.

"I am not indulged to answer that." Was her only reply before swinging her fan towards the rider. This time instead of air, metal fan pieces she had left loose went flying towards the man's face. Even thought they were smooth part of the fans, they can become very sharp and dangerous when thrown fast at a target, basically, a knife sharp enough to smoothly pierce the the flesh and dive into the heart. The man shoves the idiot in front of him as a shield, killing the person instantly.

"I pity him." She says. "He was your subordinate, he tried his very best to stall us for time before you got here. Yet, you killed him without hesitation."

The man cackles, "He was nothing more than a pawn of my great lord. Pawns are meant to be used and sacrificed."

"What about you?" Asks Sheila, "aren't you also merely a pawn for your lord?" Even though she could not see his face, she could tell for sure he was angry. That is the foolishness of humans, they lose composure so easily.

"I'm not a pawn! I'm the great lord's right hand man! I am not as dispensable as those fools."

Sheila took the chance while he was busy talking and hit him in the chest with another shower of her metal knives. He dodges too late and was pierced in the right shoulder and stomach. Taking her chance, Sheila runs in the direction krýakardiá and the rest went. Sheila heard many swearing and anguished words from the man. Before he started to fade out of sight she heard, "I will get you for this girl! Remember this! I, commander of thousands, Jankrare will hunt you down until you are no longer in this world!"