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The Assassin’s Sacrifice: 6
(This story was originally published in Plasma Frequency Magazine, Issue 11.)
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He drew his throwing knife from the leather sheath tied around his calf and readied to throw. The moment that Adta grabbed his wrist, he spun around and pressed the blade to her throat.
The woman’s eyes gleamed with rage. Heider pressed the blade forward more firmly, and then the rage was replaced with fear. “One little life does not seem so insignificant when it is your own, does it?”
They faced each other for another silent moment before he let go of her, turned, and threw. It was a shot that few men could make, but Heider was unlike most men, and his knife found its mark clean and true in the priest’s throat. The man went down sputtering, clutching at his neck as blood ran around the blade.
“Idiot,” Adta growled.
The waithawa rose from its bird-like crouch, watching the swirling passageway in the air slowly close and sputter out. Turning to Heider, it fell to all fours and loped after him.
Heider rushed forward as the waithawa leapt over a broken piece of pillar and cut the creature…
