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head to the
side. The escaped Kulshedran was fast, and had gained quite some
distance, but was still in sight. Thankfully, Scar’s body had
already recovered, and so he gave chase through the chaparral,
leaving the angry platoon of enemy soldiers in the distance.
    Feet pounded the dusty ground. Scar
maintained a tight grasp around his blade’s handle as he pushed
himself to the limit. Stride for stride he covered more ground, but
the quick Kulshedran was still yards away. Gritting his teeth and
breathing in through his nose Scar held his speed with ease. The
Kulshedran, however, was growing weary and slowly losing momentum.
Twice Scar noticed the man faltered and peeked over his
shoulder.
    During the chase, the fleeing enemy dropped
his sword and started stripping off his armor to allow for better
mobility. He stumbled about as he did, and lost his footing. He
tumbled over, pulled off his cuirass to reveal bronze skin gleaming
with perspiration, and managed back to his feet in time for Scar to
leap into him. They both crashed to the ground, the dust smearing
in with their sweat.
    The Kulshedran grunted, kicked, and tried to
scurry away, bur Scar was relentless. He dropped his sword, latched
hands around the man’s head, and by using his legs to hold him in
place, he twisted the man’s neck until it broke. The body jerked
once then went limp. Scar tossed him aside, snatched his great
sword, and readied himself for the approaching soldiers. They were
screaming with battle lust.
    “I’ll cut you down!” the mercenary growled in
warning.
    Two Kulshedrans stopped short. It was not
fear that held their feet planted, but the need to steady drawn
arrows. A furrow creased Scar’s brow. This won’t be easy , he
thought. Or will it? More enemies were coming to assist the
archers. He sniffed once while his body relaxed. The previous
pounding of the heart and rapid breathing waned into a sublime
peace. Then the arrows came flying in.
    It was a rather simple maneuver; Scar ran
forward with the understanding that the archers had aimed at his
previous post, and that once the archers’ bodies relaxed in
release, the arrows were on an unalterable course. In having
covered less than two yards by the time the projectiles arrived,
Scar was already out of harm’s way and crashing blade through the
shield of a soldier. The impact of steel against bronze shield
rattled the weapon in Scar’s hand, but the enemy hit the ground
with a thud.
    The remaining men swarmed, Scar’s head
towering over them. Their proximity made it difficult to place
their attacks without injuring their friends, so Scar lifted his
sword straight into the air, thus cleaving a man from stem to
sternum. Following the strike with a blood curdling yell, the
bladesman delivered a booted foot into the bleeding enemy, and he
fell back hard into the others. That provided a pocket, which Scar
used to shoulder roll forward into the injured, as well as away
from the horde at his rear. After spinning his sword around his
head from a lower position, enough enemies were hacked at the knees
for Scar to dash away.
    “Damn it,” he barked. Running wasn’t going to
solve anything; it only provided enemies a chance to warn their
brethren, so he halted and turned around. “Make your peace with
Kulshedra,” the mercenary spat and eyed the opposition.
    An archer released a wicked grin and an
arrow. Scar deftly rolled at an angle from the projectile. It
zipped by leaving him unscathed. Again Scar ran in to greet the
soldiers with glinting steel. One slash and another cut through the
enemy.
    Scar parried the spears without difficulty
and blocked an axe with his forearm. The blow resounded with a wet,
hacking sound and blood was drawn. It was painful, but too
insignificant to slow the mercenary. Scar spat in the soldier’s
face, head butted her then maneuvered her form between the others
by way of grabbing the flat of his blade and pivoting his sword
with his body. When she fell over,