Chapter XI

CHAPTER XI

“Back!” August yelled, not caring a wit if anyone or thing heard him.

From over the stone lip of that cavern, one of the Greymen leapt, bounding like an acrobat toward them, as if summoned.

August didn’t need to tell the archers to fire, for they drew back and pegged the Greyman twice, a shaft in his right thigh and another in his belly that burrowed deep into the flesh. Feeling the moment of his death at hand, August faced the wounded, furious Greyman. Blood pounded in his ears. He charged forward, a move the bloodied Greyman didn’t expect.

Flavius didn’t expect August to turn and charge back, either. He cried out, afraid at the loss of the strong cavalry man. However, he didn’t run after August.

August threw himself, rolled over, and swiped across at a low angle like a legless gladiator toward the Greyman’s calves.

The creature pivoted on the wounded limb, but that didn’t make the gladius cut toward him any different. August’s wedge dug in deep and struck bone hard.