Chapter 323 - The Verses of Victory (IV) (2/2)

Gryffyn approached with a powerful stalk, lifting his sword up above his head with both hands. Rima clenched her left hand, reaching across with her right to draw the sword from the Tribesman's waist as Gryffyn's sword started to come down.

The Tribesman beneath her registered the danger as she did. His survival instinct kicked in, and knowing that the girl on top of him was far too weak to defend against the blow coming their way, he grabbed her hand to support her wrist and placed his other hand beneath the flat of his blade as he lifted it up. Even with them working together though, the broadsword was heavy and Gryffyn's swing was powerful. Their arms bent and strained before the Tribesman g.r.o.a.n.e.d and tilted his blade so that Gryffyn's Broadsword would slide to the left and onto the ground.

Gryffyn growled, ”You Traitorous Dog!”

He began to step forward, and the doors to the room burst open.

Everyone turned towards the new arrivals, and Rima could not help the shock that entered her system as she registered Sevis not even pausing as he crossed the distance between himself and Gryffyn, drawing his own sword.

”Rima!” called Tigin.

Rima grinned, her left hand clenching tightly around the pendant she'd ripped from Gryffyn's neck in their encounter. This was it, she could do it.

Tigin skidded to Rima's side, ”Are you okay, are you hurt?”

Sevis was clearly the more skilled fighter. More practiced and younger. Gryffyn knew it too. He retreated quickly, reaching up to clutch the pendant around his neck.

”Yash-”

His voice cut off, an expression of horror forming as he clasped at empty air. His broadsword clanged to the ground as he looked down at his necklaces, his hands raking at empty air in his panic. His eyes darted around the room.

”Hey, Gryffyn!” snapped Rima.

She raised her left hand, releasing the object she'd clasped close so that it dangled from his snapped cord.

”I think you're missing something if you want to call your Djinn, no?”