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in midair by Hark-Kalech. His hand darted forward with such speed that Moro would have missed it had he blinked. The handle of the dagger stuck out from his closed fist while bluish blood trickled down his hand and across his wrist. Despite the obvious discomfort of having a razor sharp blade embedded in the palm of his hand, Hark-Kalech had a venomous smile painted on his face. Calypso remained with his arms folded across his chest. Not even a wrinkle showed in his ebony suit. His blood-red tie wasn't even an inch out of place. Moro drifted to the ground, scowled and gripped the other dagger in fury.
    “That wasn't very nice,” Calypso purred. He glanced at Hark-Kalech's bloodied hand and frowned. “Someone is gonna have to pay for that.”
    Moro could feel the two soldiers creeping closer. Seven feet away. Five feet. Three. He heard a metallic clicking sound, like a set of handcuffs opening. As soon as they were upon him, he turned so fast he was nothing more than a blur. A scorpion hilt hung from the neck of the closest soldier. The blade was buried deep into his jugular. With a croak, he dropped the handcuffs and fell to the floor while the other soldier lifted his weapon. He never stood a chance. Moro placed both his hands around the unfortunate man's neck and twisted violently, resulting in a sickening crunch.
    Moro felt a stinging sensation in his back. He turned to see his own dagger sticking from his right shoulder. “I can't have you going around killing my men,” Hark-Kalech warned.
    Moro ripped the dagger out and tossed it aside. With a snarl, he advanced on the two men. “Do not weep for them for they will not be travelling the realm of death alone.”
    Hark-Kalech slipped a metal band around his bloodied wrist. A square energy shield formed in front of him, and he advanced slowly on Moro. With a smile, Moro bent down to retrieve his dagger.
    “I'm happy to see you volunteered to die first,” Moro growled.
    Hark-Kalech removed a long slender dagger from his belt with his good hand. The handle, carved in the image of a daggerfish, was a ceremonial weapon bestowed upon senior officers of the Aquanauts. He held it tightly to his side as he carefully advanced.
    “Is that the weapon you used to murder your own leader?” Moro sneered. “What a brave act that must have been. A traitor to your own people, you are no better than a sand roach.”
    Hark-Kalech rolled his eyes. “Is that how you kill your prey? You blabber until they are bored to death?” His raised his dagger.
    With a blood-curdling roar, Moro lunged. His dagger struck the shield with such ferocity that it knocked Hark-Kalech back several steps. Calypso jumped out of the way, hitting the door with the back of his head in the process. Moro cursed his luck. He was an assassin, not a brawler. Having to fight two foes head on in such a narrow corridor was going to create difficulties. Judging by the look in Hark-Kalech's eyes, he realized that as well.
    Hark-Kalech thrust his dagger forward, which Moro easily dodged. He knew a feint when he saw one and easily blocked the shield bash that followed. Moro landed a vicious backhand which sent Hark-Kalech reeling. He advanced on the two men, but before he could strike again, he felt a pinch along the base of his skull. He stopped his advance and reached back, pulling a small, metallic needle from his neck. He looked at it inquisitively before spotting the man standing at the other end of the hall. He had been so focused on his two adversaries that he failed to hear the stranger enter the corridor from the other side.
    The one-eyed figure clutched a tranquilizer gun. “Good work, Noz,” Moro heard Calypso cheer behind him.
    “Crocolisk poison,” Noz explained, looking down at the gun. “It won't kill ya, but it sure won't make you any prettier.”
    Moro tried to move toward his newest foe, but his legs felt like they had been filled with concrete. His tongue felt like it was covered in sandpaper and