Blood Will

83

Hadjar was well aware that the King couldn’t fight at full power. Nero’s death had hurt him too badly. To a warrior, their physical health, but also their spiritual stability, was vital. When their energy, like their mind, was in disarray, it was very difficult to use even the simplest Techniques properly.

Silently, Hadjar forced himself to keep going. They fought in a brutal melee. Each clash of blades caused the remaining walls and foundation to crack even further. Both of them were running out of energy, and the whirlwind of their battle soon began to die down. Several minutes ago, they’d flown around the room and the flashes of their blades had seemed to be everywhere at once, but now they stood on the very balcony from which Primus had recently sentenced Hadjar to death. Like mere mortals, they fenced, using pure skill without a drop of energy. Smoke from cannon fire and the battle that had enveloped the square hid them from the eyes of the citizens and soldiers — the Moon Army w