The Way Into Darkness: Book Three Of The Great Way - Plot & Excerpts
His shield pinned to his hip. The man been unprepared for the way the beast would leap up on him. Tejohn had no time to think clearly or formulate a strategy. The grunt was nearly upon him. I can not throw my strength against a grunt’s. He lifted his shield high and, as the creature leaped on him, fell backwards. He shrank himself as much as he could to protect his head and shoulders. When the beast hit him mid-fall, the momentum it added was astonishing. His shield slammed against his ribs at the same time the sharp gravel dug deep into his bare, lacerated back. His vision went cloudy for a moment, but the pain kept him focused and he didn’t hesitate. He stabbed upward with his short sword, feeling feathered shafts scrape against his wrist. Great Way, but he needed all his strength to force the blade into the beast’s flesh. It was like trying to stab someone with a spoon. The grunt shuddered and slid sideways just a bit. Tejohn gasped at the pain the beast’s shifting weight caused him, but it sharpened his senses, too.
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