Chapter 5. Cannibal

Reaching for my sides, I draw the first weapon that kisses my hand, a dagger, and toss it at my attackers. Luckily for me, one of them tumbles backward. But before I can turn my attention to the other, his shiny sword swipes at me. I bend backward out of mere reflex, allowing the bones of my back to crack in objection as I view his blade bypass my skull, slicing nothing but thin air.

His body follows through, but I halt it with a jab of my waiting dagger into his heart. I had pulled it out swiftly while avoiding his sword— one of the skills I learned, thanks to the Crypts of Bane. He freezes, gaping into my eyes with disbelief. He looks at himself and looks at me, then his eyebrows pucker, blood trickling down to his white skirt.

“You are an abomination, a stain on the surface of the earth...” He manages to let out in the Egyptian tongue. Then, a cough escapes him. “The color of your iris gives you away, Assyrian. And y