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Sharp Deadly Knife
by Josef Koelbl III
The explosion rocked the chamber, banging the
pictures on the walls, knocking objects from the long dresser and
throwing the small blonde woman from her bed. “What in Hades
name...!?!” she exclaimed, quickly unraveling herself from the
bed sheets twisted around her hard, muscular form. She ran naked to the
large window overlooking the training ground and courtyards two floors
below, eyes widening at the site.
Red portals had formed over and on Peregrine Island
proper, and each were discharging their dangerous payloads. On the main
island, great silvery ships nosed out, their cannons already firing,
indiscriminately destroying buildings and people alike. From other
disks came humanoid forms, encased in battle armor, weapons spewing
sizzling beams of plasma at the heroes gathering to stop them and the
civilians fleeing in terror. The woman watched grimly as the crimson
ovals shimmered and took form below, on her island...on their refuge.
Sister Hecate turned to her room, calmly padding to
her closet. She heard the cries of her sisters and hurriedly clothed
herself. She had no time to don her combat suit, the blistering scent
of ozone already reached her nostrils and the call to arms echoed over
the island home of the mercenary Knives of Artemis.
She pulled up a pair of boy-leg shorts and covered
herself with a form-fitting, spandex-like half shirt. The assassin was
cinching her belt around her waist when her chamber door slammed open.
“Sister!...Mother!” the young woman
shouted as she practically fell into the room. “We are under
attack! They are already in the compound and are preparing to storm the
Hecate nodded, checking her belt, making sure all
its utility compartments were stocked. “Gently, Sabine,”
she said softly. The knife warrior retrieved her sword from its place
beside her bed and spun it in a small half circle until its shining
blade pointed down to the floor. “Get the archers. Set them in
defense on the rooftop. Gather the rest. Wait for my signal.” She
walked calmly to the window.
“And then?” the young woman asked.
Sister Hecate looked over her shoulder, the odd
expression on her face causing her brow to furrow and her pale blue
eyes to narrow.
“Why...attack, of course,” and Sister
Hecate, Elite Sister, Hand of Artemis, launched herself out the window
into the midst of the invading force. Within moments she was covered in
their thick blood, her blade swirling among them, laughing.
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