The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle – Chapter 48

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The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle

by Jeremy C Kester
(c) Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved

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Chapter 48

Three more bodies lay violently upon the deck of the ship. Armando was enraged as he fought furiously to counter Safiya. He had ceased his hiding after the second victim fell during her rebound. Amazingly as well, Safiya tirelessly attacked him in a torrent of steel that appeared to stress his defense to the edge of even his skill.

Another Sentry leapt into the fray trying to relieve the failing leader. The man swept his blade in low. Enough time was had that she easily dodged the attack and countering, the attacker fallen before his swing was through.

She didn’t lose as step as she pressed towards her enemy.

Never before had she felt the power surging through her as it was. The sword was amazing in its connection to her energies. It fed her through her exhaustion while also heightening her senses and reactions. She understood why it had been made to hold such power, not for itself, but for the one who wielded the weapon.

Her anger grew as she pressed forward. She had him cornered at last as she parried and countered another attempt from one of the remaining Sentries.

“How are you able to maintain this, wench!” Armando cried out as he barely blocked the latest blow.

Safiya halted her advance. She held her gladius in a middle guarded position letting the sword and her senses warn her of any danger.

“Are you yet willing to beg for mercy!” she cried out in rage.

Armando smirked mockingly as though he was acutely aware of something she was not. “You really believe that by killing me you will be safe? I have no belief that I will survive this. Begging for mercy would not guarantee my safety though. I answer to something far greater.”

“Then tell me who you answer to! And why is Agnes so important?!”

“Or what?”

The reply paused her for a brief moment. There was no bite behind her threat other than death. She held no stomach for torture and she knew as much. Armando appeared unafraid of the absoluteness of the death she could provide him.

She said nothing.

Armando mocked. “I will humor you with this: your young Agnes has already come into her powers… and at such a youthful age. If rumor is to be true, she will make those like Brandt appear as though they are a feeble toddler. That power has piqued the interest of what employs me. Surely you have noticed this?”

“I will not let you have her.”

“You are only an insurance policy, my dear wench. But you might as well just kill me if you think it better for your cause.”

The words struck her. She was too late. Her focus waivered enough that she didn’t recognize the warning. The blade sliced through her in an explosion of blood. She glared down at it, astonished.

Armando laughed. “I would now like to present to you a most kind proposition for you: surrender your weapons and live, or we tear you limb from limb and keep you alive anyway. You live either way, but how pleasant do you imagine wiping to be without your own hands to aid in the task?”

The blade pressed into her farther as the Sentry holding it grabbed her hair and pulled it back as well. The pain was incredible.

Suddenly, Safiya rammed her elbow back into the face of the Sentry behind her. Armando’s eyes widened as Safiya lunged forward sprinting to the edge of the ship before throwing herself overboard, a sword protruding from her torso.

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