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#77 Samhain Night II

I should've known that Randall would never agree to a fair fight.

On reaching the Outpost, waiting for me, Ashton, Cederic, Duncan and his friends, were about a hundred soldiers or more.

Randall planned ahead. He must've known, we'd come looking for him tonight.

Ashton said, "save your Feeder strength for Randall. The rest, we'll fight".

And off, him and everyone went, fighting the soldiers, who were trained warriors, but showed no sign of having Gifts. Swords clashed. Shields, clashed. And though, we were outnumbered. I believed, we could win.

I breathed in. And the instant, I felt the presence of combat magic from among Randall's soldiers, I absorbed it. And at once, began to feel my sword, moving so fast and sharply, as it cut through the torso and arms of the soldiers headed my way.

My physical strength, I didn't mind using. But what, was left of my Feeder strength, that was saved for Randall. Reserved for the moment I sight him.

Minutes later, I was panting. Heavily. I had put fifteen soldiers down. And now, I had defeated them, I saw Randall.

Every part of the field, was covered with one or two persons, fighting. But he chose to be near me.

I raised my sword, and pointed it at him. "For Nadia!"

And he laughed. Laughed like he had not just seen me, send over ten well-trained soldiers to their deaths.

"Finally" he said, clapping, "the weakling heiress shows some strength".

Weakling? My blood raged. Like a stormy sea.

Six years of oppression! Six years, of letting myself believe that who I had to kill, to save my people was someone else, instead of him.

Six years of fearing that if I made a wrong move, I could implicate my people. And six years of thinking that if I tried to kill him and failed, Marjol will bear the physical marks he wouldn't scar my face and body with.

Well, I was no more scared. I won't fail this time!

I dropped my sword. Lifted my hands to start Feeding on him.

"Weakling?" I said, "the last person who called me that" - Eleanor - "is no longer alive to repeat that".

And instantly opened up my Feeder Gift. Every drop of magic, flowing through his veins, I'll absorb. And absorb. Until, his body could do nothing else, but perish.

It didn't end well for Eleanor. And neither would it for him.

"Let's begin" I said.

And started Feeding.

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