Things have been crazy here. The father of my two stepsons died around the middle of the month, leaving a devastating void in their lives. I have been trying to help as best I can, mostly caring for my two younger sons. The outpouring of love from his friends has been truly toughing.
I’m still narrowing down what I want to do for my next serial. Good news is that I should be finished the first draft of Bloodlust: War by next week. Here is a taste of that.
“What is one life more, Chosen,” said Valdarr nonchalantly. “If the gods want my blood, who am I to deny them? And if they want yours on this day, all the better.”
The Chosen smiled. “By all means then, beseech your gods and fight me, Warlord. Let us end—”
A shadow fell over the Chosen and she threw herself back as the chassis of one the mighty Juggernauts that her men rode, crashed into the mud in front of her. Valdarr saw mighty Giitan, now raising a great horn to his lips, sounding the retreat.
He turned and saw a company of massive black armoured figures, the war-trolls, crashing into the side of his brethren on the hill. At the summit stood a Chosen, who seemed crowned with blades with the red sun dipping down behind him.
The battle was lost.
There was nothing left to do. Valdarr raised is own horn to his lips, echoing Giitan in sounding a retreat.
The Chosen stood casting a blazing wall of flame toward Giitan. The fire washed over the enormous Gold Mask, but he held his blade before him, bellowing.
Valdarr picked up a spear from one of the fallen Krassians and took two steps, hurling it as he drew strength from Moonfang. The Chosen did not react immediately, and it seemed she would be hit, but at the last moment she swept it aside with her trident. Then she tossed a massive spear of ice toward Valdarr, forcing him to throw himself to the ground and crushing several of the Nosgoth behind him.
Before she could attack again, Moonfang, running swiftly. Diliria sat astride the Wolf and she tossed one of her ever-ready glass globes down between them and the Chosen. Thick smoke erupted from the shattered sphere, instantly obscuring them.