Now he had them all. As a precaution, he’d made certain the Marid had fed well only a short time before, to gain strength as Kamenwati suggested, but also in preparation for this moment, to make it logy and a little slow. The room reeked of the coppery scent of spilled blood, which also worked to Kamenwati’s advantage. He would have to be quick. And he was, if just not quite quick enough, while the other was occupied with binding the sila djinn in place. Unfortunately driving a sword through the Djinn’s chest didn’t weaken it as much as Kamenwati hoped it would. More quickly than a viper, the thing lashed back at him, but Kamenwati was possessed by another Marid Djinn so he was quick as well. He’d simply underestimated the speed of the other. Even so it nearly took him. Without thinking Kamenwati shifted to Marid form. Now they were equal. Despite the sword in its chest the Marid shifted form as well, and its claws raked across Kamenwati’s chest as he leaped back. No simple swordsman, Kamenwati was well skilled in the art of swordplay, he slashed at Marid, driving it back a step.
