Descendants of Rome (#3 in Gladiator Series)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 

“No,” Krista panted, only a few feet away, when she watched the Roman’s sword cut open Lazarus’s chest.

Her feet stumbled for a second, her mind forgetting what to do as pure fear engulfed her body.

The tips of her fingers went numb as she gripped her sword, a cold shiver running through her body as she watched Lazarus fall backwards.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain as his blade fell from his fingers, his body collapsing into the dirt beneath him.

Krista couldn’t look away as she watched him collapse into the mud, her heart palpitating in her chest when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Looking back towards the Roman, Krista saw that he had been joined by two others, hoping to join him for the kill.

Krista looked back at Lazarus on the ground but he wasn’t moving.

Turning back to the trio of Romans, she saw that the man in the middle, taller than the other two, had lifted his sword, intent on stabbing her son.

“No.” Krista whispered as she turned to her side slightly and flipped her sword in the palm of her hand until she was holding the blade.

Raising her arm, Krista chucked the sword through the air.

She was moving before the sword had imbedded itself in the Roman’s chest.

Her body was humming with adrenaline and new found energy as she fought to protect her son.

Landing a firm punch into the first man’s jaw, Krista kicked his leg out from beneath him simultaneously causing him to collapse to the ground.

Turning, Krista saw that the taller Roman had remained standing, blooding dripping from between his lips as he stared at her sword in his chest with confusion.

Wrapping her fingers around the hilt of her sword, still imbedded in the man’s chest, Krista kicked at the third Roman who had begun to advance.

Hearing the soldier behind her begin to get to his feet, Krista leaned on the sword in the Roman’s chest and used it to push herself off the ground.

Keeping her legs firmly planted together, Krista twisted her body and planted her boots squarely in the third soldier’s chest causing him to topple backwards.

Landing back on the ground, Krista spotted the soldier she had kicked in the knee running towards her with his sword jutting out to the front of him.

Yanking on her sword, Krista forced the Roman soldier to the side until he was standing between her and his comrade.

Krista watched the tip of the man’s blade protrude through the front of his chest.

Not wasting another second, Krista planted her boot against the dead Roman’s chest and pushed him back into his comrade, whilst she pulled her sword free from his body.

Quickly spinning on her heels, Krista deflected a strike at her back before she sunk her blade into the soft flesh of the Roman’s neck.

His warm blood squirted out onto her flesh but it no longer fazed her as she turned and easily dispatched with the last remaining soldier with her sword to his abdomen.

Lost in the killing, her heart racing in her chest, Krista realised that she could not hear Lazarus.

“Lazarus!?” Krista dropped her sword and jumped into the small ditch, her hands reaching for him instinctively.