Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 142: Close call

Alpheo was on his knees, his voice a raw shout of agony that cut through the air. His right hand was all red with blood , a dagger piercing through the flesh, the blade embedded deep enough that the tip jutted out from the back of his hand. Blood pooled beneath him, his face contorted in pain as he clutched at the wound with his free hand, eyes wide with shock and fury.

Nearby, Thalys lay face-down in the dirt, his arms forcibly twisted behind his back by two of Alpheo's men.

This was the first man Alpheo was so close to death, in this life at least , yet it seemed that his luck was as big as his ambitions.

Meanwhile Jarza wasted no time. With a savage roar, he swung his mace in a brutal arc, crushing the skull of one of Thalys' guards, the sickening crack of bone echoing across the battlefield. He then turned and with a roar brought his weapon down on a second man before the guard had a chance to react. 

The rest of Thalys' men immediately surrendered as they saw they rest of the guards running towards them.

 Shahab wasted no time in delivering a brutal kick to Thalys' face, sending the man's head snapping to the side. Blood dribbled from his nose and mouth as Shahab spat at him, his anger not faked as what just happened would have made the blood of any noble boil with anger.

"You bastard without honor."

Thalys, despite the agony in his limbs and the assault to his face, let out a ragged laugh, blood-stained teeth bared in defiance. "You would serve a cunt who spreads her legs for dogs!What does that make you?" he shouted, his voice thick with contempt and hatred.