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ran toward the man as if she
didn’t see, or care that a beast stood between them. As she neared the Haagon,
it brought back one leg and kicked, lifting her into the air. Her body hit the
house and landed on the ground.
    The girl reloaded her gun and opened fire. The Haagon
swatted the bullets like pesky insects. As he got closer, the girl turned and
ran, but his long stride soon caught up to her. The monster grabbed her waist
length braid, jerked her back, and held her above the ground by her hair.
    A guy, around the same age as the girl, ran down the
street toward them. “Let her go!” His bayonet glinted in the muted sunlight.
Sivadian steel…the shiniest and strongest metal known. The Haagon pulled the
girl toward him. As he opened his massive mouth and tore a huge chunk from her
neck, the guy leapt onto its back. Blood spurted; covering the guy as he
repeatedly buried the bayonet to the hilt in its neck and shoulders.
    He needs to get away before the Haagon's blood makes
him pass out.
    Cy’s muscles tightened as if he were trying to help the
young man defeat the massive beast.
    The Haagon slung from side to side, trying to knock the
guy from his back. He maneuvered to the center and brought the blade straight
down, slicing through its vertebra. It’s massive head fell forward, and the
rest of its body followed. The guy held on and rode it to the ground. He sliced
the blade through to the front, completely severing its head, and then
collapsed onto the ground next to his kill.
    Oz and the king looked at each other with wide eyes. “I
can’t believe what we just saw,” Oz said. “I know from experience how much
strength it takes to kill those things. We need more people like him in our
forces.” Oz punched a number into his com-link. “Commander Holden. How far are
you from Palastarr?”
    “We are there, sir.”
    “Go to the last house on Main street. There’s a young
man lying next to a dead Haagon. He’s covered in its blood and has passed out
from contact with it. Find him and bring him to the launch facility. He just
killed that thing with nothing but a bayonet.”
    “Yes, sir. I have eyes on him now. I’ll have one of the
men transport him to you.”
    “Have them take him to the infirmary.”
    “I’ll go check on him,” the king said.
    “Father, may I come with you?”
    “Sure, son. This recruitment will be good for you to
witness.”
    Cy followed his father through the hangar and onto the
ship that housed the forces. They entered the infirmary and the guy they had
watched kill the Haagon was lying on a stretcher. A doctor stood over him
listening to his chest with some type of instrument. Every inch of the young
warrior was covered in blood.
    The king stopped beside the doctor. “How is he?”
    “His heart is strong. I believe he’ll be fine once we
dilute the Haagon blood-toxins in his system.” The doctor cut the boy’s clothes
off, and then tilted the table and turned on a handheld shower. After the blood
was scrubbed from his body, a nurse placed an IV in his arm and turned the
fluids wide open.
    “How long will he be out?” Cy asked the doctor.
    “I haven’t had much experience with Haagon blood, but
the fluids should flush the toxins quickly. If there are no internal injuries,
he should come around within a few minutes.”
    Cy watched him for signs of awakening. With the blood
gone he looked much younger than he had on the monitor. His hair was as dark as
black tourmaline, and his skin was tanned as if he worked outdoors. Moments
later, his eyes blinked open and he sprang up in bed, glaring around the room
as if he were about to attack.
    The king placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder.
“Take it easy, son. You’re safe. You were unconscious and we brought you here
for medical attention. What’s your name?”
    He relaxed and leaned back against the pillow. “Miles,
sir, Miles Mancuso.”
    “Do you remember what happened?”
    Miles closed his eyes and nodded.
    “Was