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dangerous situations and lethal explosives.
    “I say we go in strong,” he said strapping a remote fuse to two kilos of penthrite. A grin was plastered over his impossibly handsome face. “This will light up half the Northern sky.”
     
    Melchior nodded. Most nights he would have craved the thrill of hand-to-hand combat and itched to let himself loose on a few mini-demons. But tonight he had other things on his mind.
     
    “Let’s smoke them then mop it up,” he said, scowling at Blane. The cocky bastard just grinned back; the thought of the fight that would ensue as the survivors tried to flee was probably foremost on his mind.
    Blane nodded.
    “You ladies want to step back a little?” he asked.
    Both of them shook their heads.
    Blane grinned as he pulled the fuse and dropped it into the hole.
    The three of them stood in circle of steel as the explosives dropped down into the dark pits of the earth. The explosion when it hit was muffled, rumbling far below them.
     
    Blane stepped back and loaded his crossbow with bolts with a smirk.
    “Five. Four. Three. Two…”
    There was a flutter of wings as the breeding demons that had not been smoked started to pour out of the underground hole, reaching for the clean air of the sky and certain death.
    As he hit ‘one; the roar erupted from his mouth like a hurricane.
     
    It was a fight the demons were destined to lose. Three warriors stood like sentinels of death at the entrance to the hole, whirling and cutting until the last of the demon lay below them cut and very dead. They were half formed; demon babies that were still maturing under the earth and their bodies formed a grotesque twisted pile of flesh and wings.
     
    Melchior looked at his brothers. All three of them were covered in blood and looked grim. Only Blane was grinning, his long hair dripping with blood he looked jubilant, his eyes a fiery glow. The island was eerily quiet, still below where the colony was gutted. But he felt no pride in the massacre, just emptiness. He could see Blane was battling to reign in the raging power he still felt coursing through his veins and he watched as Aslan snaked out a hand and put in over the massive warrior’s shoulders. Melchior wished he could again feel such a thrill from a fight. But he had been doing this too long. He was deadened to it and he had shut down any feelings – either fear or triumph – too many years ago. Battle was efficient and impersonal to him now, an endless job that filled his nights. 
     
    He nodded at both of them, smacking his closed fist over his chest with a roar. Both males dropped to their knees, bowed their head to their king and echoed his roar. Melchior nodded as they rose and stood before him.
     
    “This is a major hit,” Melchior said. “And you know what it means. Retaliation. We have hit them where it hurts. It was great work, but we need to prepare for Niyan to fight back.”
    Blane grinned, working still to get control.
     
    Aslan’s thick arm thumped down on his back, half knocking some sense into him.
    “I am thinking of taking a flip to blow off some steam,” he said. “You guys gonna pull in?”
    Blane nodded.
    Melchior shook his head. His thoughts raced to another job he had to handle tonight, and a flare of anticipation sparked in his veins.
     
    “Nah,” Aslan shot Blane a grin. “Our lord has a situation on his hands he needs to handle. A small riot. Nothing he can’t suppress.”
     
    He chortled as Melchior felt his blood rise. He knew his brother was needling him, but he was so volatile right now that he felt as if anything would push him over the edge. He was battling enough to keep his head in the game, when all he wanted to think about was his fingers buried deep in hot, slick flesh as Beth arched back against him.
     
    “Right then,” Aslan said. “We’ll just clean up here and meet you. Beep if you have any trouble with the.. erm…rebellion.”
     
    With a flash both of the brothers changed form