Book Five: Chapter 212

Just how sharp was this thing? Famine had bent the top bar of the scale around the mace, which meant that the metal itself couldn’t be invincible. She placed the hook over the bent metal rod and gave the sword a good yank.

Nothing happened at first. She pulled a couple more times as Famine loomed over her, his fingertips glowing with a dark energy that had her gasping for air.

She wasn’t sure if the fall came before or after, but the sword yanked free as the hook severed the metal loop holding the mace. It rocketed forward, smashing into Famine and making him drop Tick Tock. The mimic sprouted legs that slashed into Famine’s tendons, sending the horseman to the ground.

The mace and the mimic reduced Famine to a bloody mess, the horseman thrashing about. War came running over, but was tripped by Lily’s tail as she appeared next to him.

“Did you know there is no “i” in war?” she asked, then gouged out his other eye with her tail. War cried out in pain an