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Instead, what he had was a knife, and a certain pride and trust in his own coordination, and a tall giant of a mountain pine tree rising all the way up to his ridge from just behind the boulder that sheltered the archerHe could see the other clearly now, clad in a masking green for the mountain trail, with a strung bow and half a dozen arrows to hand
Devin knew what he had to doHe also knew, because there had been woods at home, if not mountain passes, that he could not climb down that tree with any hope of silenceNot even with the loud, seriously off-key voices screening his sounds from below
Which left, so far as he could judge, only the one optionOthers might have planned it better, but others weren't on this ridgeDevin wiped his damp palms very carefully dry again and began bags louis vuitton concentrating on a large branch that stretched out and away from the othersThe only one that might do him any goodHe tried to calculate angle and distance as best he could, given an almost total lack of experience at this particular maneuverWhat he was about to try was not a thing one did for practice, anywhere
He checked the hang of the dagger in his belt, wiped his hands one last time, and stood upAbsurdly, the flash of memory that came to him then was of the day his brothers had surprised him hanging upside down from a tree, trying to stretch his height
Devin smiled tightly and stepped to the edge of the cliffThe branch looked absurdly far away, and it was only half of the way down to the level of the passHe swore an inward oath that if he survived this Baerd was going to chanel ceramic watches teach him how to use a bow properly
From the path below he heard the ragged voices swirling erratically towards the climax of the ballad:
Gan Burdash ruled in the mountain heights
And with his band he ranged from crag to glen,
But seventy brave men tracked him to his lair
And when the moons had set the peaks were free again!
Devin jumpedAir whistled past his faceThe branch flew up to meet him, blurred, very fastHe stretched his hands, clutched it, swungOnly enough to change his angle of descent, cut his momentumBring him directly down upon the killer behind the rock
The branch held, but the leaves crackled loudly as he pivotedHe'd known they wouldThe Quileian flung a startled glance skyward and grappled for the bow
Not nearly fast enoughScreaming at the top of his lungs, Devin black quilted chanel purse plummeted like some hunting bird of these high placesBy the time his target began to move Devin was already there
Our kick-drop from the twenty-seven tree, he thought
Falling, he tilted his torso so that it angled sideways across the upper body of the Quileian and he kicked out hard with both feet as he didThe impact was sickeningHe felt his legs make jarring contact, even as he crashed into the other, driving all the air from his own lungs
They smashed into the ground together, tumbling and rolling away from the base of the boulderDevin gasped agonizingly for breath, he felt the world sway and rock wildly in his sightHe gritted his teeth and groped for his dagger
Then he realized it was not necessary
Dead before we both hit the ground, Marius had saidWith a shuddering heave chanel cambon ligne bag Devin forced air into his tortured lungsThere was an odd, knifing pain running up his right legHe forced himself to ignore itHe rolled free of the unconscious Quileian and struggled, gasping and wheezing, for another breath of precious air
The assassin was a womanUnder all the circumstances, not a great surpriseHer forehead appeared to have glanced off the rock under the impact of his sprawling descentShe was lying on her side, bleeding heavily from a scalp woundHe had probably broken a number of her ribs with his kickShe had a profusion of cuts and scrapes from their tumble down the slope
So, Devin noted, did heHis shirt was torn and he was badly scratched again, for the second time in half a dayThere was a joke, something that ought to be amusing in that, but he couldn't reach to black and white chanel purses it |
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