16

Severed

Eben’s fingers were covered in a thick white substance which was now spider-webbing over the back of his hand. Her flesh formed around the sides of his palm. Trying to consume his hand.

Dorin, The Captain of the Guard, immediately began commanding his force. Turning on Zierno. “You and your men get back!”

Zierno glared at him.

“Now!”

Guards caught Zierno’s arms and began pulling him away from Eben.

Drawing his sword, Dorin spoke to Eben. His tone calm, uncaring, despite the chaos. “When I tell you, pull away from it as hard as you can.”

The beast was tossing its head. Eyes flaring red and then going gold alternately. Shaking as though having some inward struggle.

Dorin intends to take advantage of that.

Zierno could see it unfolding.

“Don’t!” He shouted at Eben, struggling against the guards holding him. “If you miss, you could kill him!”

“Do it!” Dorin ordered.

Lip curled in disgust and teeth gritted Eben gave a stiff nod. He threw his weight backward, yanking the mare’s flex