Spacewalkers

37

A huge sword hilt appeared in his hands, but without a blade. Judging by the length of the handle, which easily fit into his two large paws, the weapon is two-handed. Something like Claymore.

I tried to move. Hands and feet obeyed me perfectly. The pain spread throughout the body, but was somehow distant. It was as if they were only lightly pressing on my back, causing barely perceptible discomfort, at most it can only cause irritation, and not an attack of full-fledged pain.

“You won’t get rid of me so easily,” I rise from the rubble of stones and some utensils, or rather clothes.

It turns out that he threw me into an expensive clothing boutique built of marble bricks. Regulus is very fond of marble.

- Living! I like! - Alexander shouted contentedly, increasing the speed of his step.

Here he already broke into an easy run and with each meter he only picked up speed. I immediately knew that he was going to deliver a crushing blow with his two-handed sword. But there was no blade, and