The Kinshra soldiers had no will left to fight and none dared to prevent Kara from galloping past them. Their cowardice angered him, and yet he felt suddenly afraid of her.
Who are you Kara-Meir? he wondered to himself, noting how his men, his very bodyguard, had edged their horses away from him. Why do you pursue me so? No one would help him in this fight.
The woman finally halted before him, raising her visor as she pulled on the reins of her steed.
“Your men are free to go, Sulla, as long as they promise never to enter Asgarnia again. Also, they are to harm no person in their retreat.” As she spoke, she drew her sword slowly.
Sulla didn’t move. “That is very generous of you, Kara-Meir,” he said, his voice sarcastic despite the fear that clawed at him. “And what is to become of me?”
“We have a history, Sulla, you and I. Today that history shall end.” Kara dismounted, her sword levelled in his direction.
“You are challenging me? In front of my army?” He laughed incredulously, attempting to appear brave. But he knew from the worried looks of his men that his bravado had failed.
They doubt me! My own men doubt me!
“Your army is free to go provided they abide by the rules I have set them,” she replied. “You, however, are not.”
Sulla looked at his men and noted how none of them would return his gaze. Then he turned back to face his challenger.
“Very well, Kara-Meir. I shall fight you.” With a sudden yell, he kicked his spurs into his horse’s flank, attempting to run her down before she had time to dodge.
But she jumped aside, her sword flashing as she drew it across the animal’s flank. She severed the leather straps that held Sulla’s saddle in place, tipping him off the horse’s back and onto the soft grass.
“You’re pathetic,” Kara spat, marching around him. “To think anyone ever feared you…”
Sulla laughed again as he stood.
“Sir Amik did” he replied defiantly. “When I killed him.”
“I have news for you, Sulla-Sir Amik is not dead. The man you killed was not even a knight! He was Sir Amik’s valet” As she spoke, she remembered what Bhuler had made her promise.
After Sulla, Bhuler, she thought. That is my promise to you. Before there could be forgiveness, she had to fulfil a pledge she had made to herself and her family years ago, on an island in a frozen lake.
Sulla shouted, his sword cutting down with a speed that caught Kara by surprise. Her shield parried the blade, but her arm was jarred painfully by the force of the blow. She backed away. He was a better fighter than she had imagined, moving quicker than she would have thought possible in his black armour. She could not afford to relax her guard even for a second.
“I will kill you. Here, today, this is where you die,” he growled behind his visor, his sword swinging forward.
Instinctively, Kara swung her shield to intercept his blow, but as she did so she knew she had made a mistake. As she raised her shield her view was obscured and Sulla sidestepped, moving behind her and drawing a dagger from his belt.
He drew his arm toward her throat. But at the same time she kicked at him with her boot, using his body to push herself away, falling forward as she did so, losing her balance.
Sulla laughed. She had barely escaped him and her desperate attempt had made her look weak.
“Look at her run!” he shouted to his men, and some of the Kinshra started to smile. Slowly, they were getting their confidence back.
“Get up, Kara!” Castimir shouted. He had his hand on Gar’rth’s shoulder to stop him interfering. If he did then the Kinshra would turn on them, and they were still outnumbered. This was a fight between their chosen champions, representatives of their gods on earth. No one dared interfere.
As Kara stood, a pain tore at her calf and her leg faltered. She staggered suddenly, hearing Gar’rth’s cry of warning too late to avoid Sulla’s thrown knife. In agony, her leg gave way and she fell to one knee.
She opened her visor to gasp for air as the Kinshra lord strode forward, swatting aside her sword with his own and stepping in close to her. With a vicious snarl he punched her once, twice, then a third time, each blow directed into her unprotected face.
Kara fell to the earth.
Sulla kicked her in the ribs as he stepped over her with total disdain.
“This is your captain?” he said loudly, stepping directly in front of Theodore. “This is the one who was supposed to defend you? She is just a girl! She is no warrior.”
The Kinshra lord turned to look down at her.
“She is not without her charms, however. No wonder Sir Amik kept her at the castle.” He turned to his men, raising his arms to encourage their laughter.
Kara wiped the blood from her face as she stood again, the knife still lodged in her leg.
Sulla spun and rushed toward her. His sword hissed through the air, aimed for her neck. But at the last moment came the sound of steel shattering on adamant as Kara parried his blow.
“I have killed many of your men today, Sulla,” she said, her voice unnaturally calm. “You will be no different.”
Sulla leapt back, out of Kara’s reach, as she moved to the offensive. One of the Kinshra officers hurled his sword into the circle of men and Sulla seized it without ever taking his eye off her.
“I shall break any weapon you care to wield, Sulla.” She lunged at him, eager to shatter his second weapon and to beat down his spirit.
Kara pressed him, hoping that his heavier armour would tire him out. She did not merely wish to kill Sulla-she wanted to destroy him in front of his men, to ensure that from that day forth, whenever his name was spoken it was spoken with contempt.
Then she saw her opening. Sulla’s defence was repetitive,predictable, his sword parrying hers at an eccentric angle to prevent it from breaking. He did it again and again, and instead of backing away he stood his ground.
It is his weakness!
Suddenly Kara directed her blade toward his. As his sword broke into two halves, the Kinshra lord stepped in, seizing her arm before she had a chance to reverse her swing. She had fallen for his ploy!
With his superior strength he forced Kara to the ground, his booted foot stamping down on her blade, pinning her weapon beneath his weight. He seized her helmet with his free hand, tearing it loose with an angry grunt.
Kara grimaced beneath him, her eyes brimming with hate-filled tears, her lips parted in defiance of everything he was.
Sulla seized his broken blade, its jagged edge sharp enough to cut human flesh with ease. With his free hand he dragged her face closer to the broken edge.
“I’ll cut your pretty face first” he said to her in a low voice.
But the look in Kara’s eyes made him hesitate. Even now, she wasn’t afraid.
Kara hissed through gritted teeth as she pulled his dagger from her own calf and stabbed it into the top of Sulla’s boot. He couldn’t help but lift his foot from Kara’s sword as he stumbled in sudden agony, clutching the hilt of his broken blade with both hands in preparation for delivering a death blow to the girl who had dared believe she could beat him.
Kara’s sword swung upward, severing both Sulla’s wrists as the adamant blade cut through his black armour. Both his hands fell to the earth along with the broken sword.
The Kinshra lord sagged to his knees as the blood emptied from his veins.
Kara stood. She placed the tip of her sword to Sulla’s neck.
“Do it, if you have the courage!” Sulla spat, his voice fainter than before.
“It would be the easiest thing in the world,” Kara replied. Her hands shook with excitement. “But I want to see your face first.”
She took her sword away and tore open Sulla’s visor, forcing him backward so she could look into his one good eye. Despite his appearance, she did not flinch.