An elegant sword appeared in Sanghia’s hands; she ran to the messenger from everyone, but this desperate attempt turned out to be utterly stupid. The closer she got to the creature, the worse she got herself, deadly tiredness rolled on Rovel. The girl barely moved her legs, although she was confident in her abilities and strengths. Sangia realized that she couldn’t cope with him in close combat, and at that very moment the black messenger sank almost to the very ground, so that his lower needles were drawn inside and a good half meter remained from his body to the grass. The creation rushed into battle, and then Rowell was very tight, the black messenger attacked with needles with amazing lightning speed, and such a weakness spread over the girl's body that she barely had the strength to evade attacks. Sangia was not afraid to die, she could even foresee such an end in the future, but at the moment she had no doubt that now such an outcome is inevitable. Trying not to lose consciousness, moving as if in a fog, Rowell attempted to carry out several counterattacks, but she was not even able to damage the needles of the black messenger, much less get close to his body. “'What can I do if I cannot fight him in melee and ranged combat? “” - Rowell flashed through his head. The girl tried to increase the distance between them, but it was almost impossible, the messenger attacked her monotonously, not allowing her to move away. He began shelling with short black needles: “'But what, is he mocking me, maybe he can still come at me with a sword? “” - at that moment Rovel barely managed to hide behind a shield. She could hardly control the blood, and if in the usual time the warrior could defend herself against any attack, now the needles were stuck in her ammunition, as if she were made of wood. At one point Sanghia thought she saw a flickering red light through the dark curtain of smoke from the herald. The girl blinked several times, trying to disperse the wraith, but something flickering incomprehensibly did not disappear, on the contrary, Rowell gathered all his strength and watched closely the mysterious source of the glow moving through the body of the creature. Rather, from despair, than with any hope, Sangia that is urine threw a spear into this light. Her weapon flew past, but as before, it was not forgotten that it could touch the monster. With a bloody spatter, a spear fell on the ground and for a moment, between the clubs of a little bit of dispelled smoke, Sangia felt a burning flame. On the other hand, the vision was so fleeting and vague that Rowell couldn’t even say with confidence that this was not a mirage, and even then the light completely disappeared. In any case, Sanghia was not up to this, the attacks continued, and the girl's condition deteriorated many times, evading purely intuitively, she had difficulty in using her abilities, and in the appendage her belly began to turn inside out. The black messenger flew abruptly high into the sky: “'That's all! “” - already unable to stand Rowell fell to her knees. Her head broke into a thousand fragments, each cell of the body was filled with unbearable pain, and her stomach began to twist with such colic that the girl could hardly perceive what was happening. The girl leaned on the grass and began to spew blood from her stomach. At that moment, Rowell was most afraid to look up at her executioner, after yet another heavy vomiting, the world of Sangia swirled swiftly and she collapsed into a pool of blood. The rejected liquid of the giants and the inability to return back to their native spill over into a large red spot around the body of the warrior ...

- Sangia, Sangia, you woke up, what a relief! - happily responded Olivia.

Rowell got up and looked around: she was lying on the mat next to a merry burning bonfire, the girl immediately realized that her friend had risen just above the stone embankment just about the side from which the giants had come to them. And in the company of a huge stone boulder, she set up camp.

- Why am I still alive? Sangia asked wearily, she felt much better, but there was still some weakness.

- The black messenger rose abruptly and flew away; I myself do not know why!

- Just flew away?

- Yeah, that's the direction.

Rovel frowned after the girl’s index finger.

- There is one drawback, unfortunately, this tells me little, and why this creature did not kill me ...

“But you fought so well!” - retorted Olivia.

- Very, I was ready to die, - chuckled companion. And yet, this something suddenly appeared, attacked me and also suddenly disappeared ... And what happened after that and in general how much time passed from my blackout? - moving closer to the hot flame, Rowell looked at the setting sun.

Freakish shadows from the boulder were thrown at their small camp, and the caps of the eastern ridge were gilded with a warm orange light.

- I, I then could not do anything, nothing ... - the girl sighed. When the black messenger flew away, I ran up to you, you were in such a terrible state, it seemed to me that you died. You lay dead white in a pool of blood, I barely pulled you here, and then I made a fire. In the beginning, your chest practically did not move, it was so cold, but by sunset you were already breathing evenly and your face turned pink. Well, by the evening of the next day, that is, today, you already woke up.

- So I lain for two days? - summed up Rowell.

- That's right, but here's another, the passing by travelers helped me! - happily added Collins.

- What other travelers, who were they?

“Well, one of them was an old man, and I didn't particularly see the other two. Their faces were covered by robes. That old man had a pleasant face, he came up to me and when he saw what state you were in, he said that he understood medicine. He rubbed your chest with herbs, gave you something healing from his flask.

- What? Who was he? And you let him do this to me?

- Well, yes, well, he also understands medicine, helped you! - surprised Olivia.

- My sun, if some old horseradish drunk me unknownly and loped my chest - this does not mean that it helped me, maybe one elderly pervert and it became better, but not to me! - roared with displeasure.

- But he is a doctor! - stubbornly did not give up her friend.

- In a company with you, you can outlive the black messenger and die from the grandfather-pickler! - the warrior laughed. Well, well, but what was his name? Describe in detail how he looked! She demanded.

“He didn’t look like he did, grandfather was like a grandfather, he had a beautiful ring with a big red stone, and he didn’t say his name to me,” Olivia replied, frowning.

“Do not be offended, kitten, but the information is exhaustive, you need to be careful with people ... In general, in honor of the grand resurrection and a good bite to eat,” Sangia happily proclaimed and began to finish eating the last remnants of the bandits.

The girls were silent for a long time, Rowell was absorbed in the destruction of rice cakes, while Olivia just sat beside her, lost in thought.

- Do you think the black messenger can return? Collins asked.

- I noticed a point, I myself think about the same thing. I think so, maybe! - I have not heard that someone survived after meeting with this creature, it is likely that he will want to return and finish the job. “And in general, no one knows his thoughts, why he is killing people, it’s also hard to imagine why the messenger left the battlefield so quickly and what he would do in my case.” “That's why I said it was dangerous to be with me,” Sangia sighed.

- The black rider was not interested in me, and yes, it is safe to be with you, I will not leave you! - responded Olivia.

- Thank! I owe life to you! - seriously answered Rowell.

- Come on, what is already there - the girl was embarrassed.

Sangia detachedly took a brown talisman from her clothes pocket, enough ... Read more →