Part 26
Gone were the calm, calculated fighting styles the men displayed before. They attacked each other this time with a blind rage. Neither of them seemed to care about anything other than causing as much pain and injury to their opponent as they could possibly inflict. They fought with reckless abandonment, the hatred they harbored for the other clearly evident on both their faces. Tourk backhanded Dylan sending him sprawling on his back. He ran forward, intent on finishing this game quickly but Dylan bounded back to his feet and delivered a chop to Tourk's neck that dropped him to his knees, gasping for breath. Grabbing Tourk from behind, Dylan dragged him toward the railing of the bridge. Tourk kicked out, catching Dylan in the knee, causing him to loosen his grip on his enemy. Tourk twisted around so that he was now the one holding Dylan captive. Pushing Dylan against the side of the bridge and gripping his neck tightly, Tourk grinned evilly.
"I am so looking forward to having your little bitch tonight Hunt." He whispered in Dylan's ear. "Not only tonight but every night until I tire of her. I am sure she will bring me lots of enjoyment." He punched Dylan hard across the face, drawing blood. "But don't worry too much, after she has given us the child and I no longer wish to use her, I will send her here to join you."
"You will not touch her Tourk, not ever." Dylan spat.
Bringing his knee up quickly, he delivered a kick to Tourk's groin. Tourk immediately loosened his grip on Dylan's neck. Grabbing Tourk by the arms Dylan pushed him away.
Enraged Tourk flew at Dylan. Bending slightly Dylan brought his shoulder down and as Tourk reached him, Dylan heaved upwards, sending Tourk over the side of the railing. However, just as he went over the railing, Tourk grabbed hold of Dylan's sash, almost pulling Dylan over with him. Planting his feet, Dylan stopped himself from falling. Reaching over the rail, he tried to loosen Tourk's grip on his sash. Tourk quickly moved his grip from the loose sash to Dylan's arm.
"The lady awaits us Hunt. You can't deny her twice." Tourk growled.
"You want to bet?" Dylan asked.
Dylan punched Tourk across his face, trying to loosen the grip Tourk held on him. Tourk began mumbling something that Dylan did not understand. A soft blue glow began to emanate from under Tourk's sash. Reaching down, Dylan grabbed at the sash. Suddenly, Tourk began screaming. His body began to spasm and his grip on Dylan faltered and then ended as he dropped his hands away. Tourk was suspended in midair with a look of utter terror on his face. Looking down past Tourk for the first time, Dylan saw the mist had risen and was now wrapping itself around Tourk's lower body. Sickened, Dylan watched with morbid fascination as the mist began pulling Tourk down. Tourk's body began to glow a soft red color. The mist seemed to grow thicker and within seconds there was no sign of Lord Tourk, King and self- proclaimed God of the Palorians.
Rising slowly, Dylan looked across the expanse of the pit seeking out Beka. She was standing in the exact spot he had last seen her. None of the guards seemed to be paying any attention to her. She began walking toward him, slowly at first but more quickly when she realized no one was trying to stop her. After a few seconds Dylan seemed to break free of his reverie and began running towards her as well. Reaching him, Beka threw her arms around him and sobbed. He held her tightly and stroked her hair gently.
"It's over. He is gone and he won't ever hurt you. It's over Beka." He said.
"You are wrong Captain Hunt. It is far from over." A harsh voice said.
Gone were the calm, calculated fighting styles the men displayed before. They attacked each other this time with a blind rage. Neither of them seemed to care about anything other than causing as much pain and injury to their opponent as they could possibly inflict. They fought with reckless abandonment, the hatred they harbored for the other clearly evident on both their faces. Tourk backhanded Dylan sending him sprawling on his back. He ran forward, intent on finishing this game quickly but Dylan bounded back to his feet and delivered a chop to Tourk's neck that dropped him to his knees, gasping for breath. Grabbing Tourk from behind, Dylan dragged him toward the railing of the bridge. Tourk kicked out, catching Dylan in the knee, causing him to loosen his grip on his enemy. Tourk twisted around so that he was now the one holding Dylan captive. Pushing Dylan against the side of the bridge and gripping his neck tightly, Tourk grinned evilly.
"I am so looking forward to having your little bitch tonight Hunt." He whispered in Dylan's ear. "Not only tonight but every night until I tire of her. I am sure she will bring me lots of enjoyment." He punched Dylan hard across the face, drawing blood. "But don't worry too much, after she has given us the child and I no longer wish to use her, I will send her here to join you."
"You will not touch her Tourk, not ever." Dylan spat.
Bringing his knee up quickly, he delivered a kick to Tourk's groin. Tourk immediately loosened his grip on Dylan's neck. Grabbing Tourk by the arms Dylan pushed him away.
Enraged Tourk flew at Dylan. Bending slightly Dylan brought his shoulder down and as Tourk reached him, Dylan heaved upwards, sending Tourk over the side of the railing. However, just as he went over the railing, Tourk grabbed hold of Dylan's sash, almost pulling Dylan over with him. Planting his feet, Dylan stopped himself from falling. Reaching over the rail, he tried to loosen Tourk's grip on his sash. Tourk quickly moved his grip from the loose sash to Dylan's arm.
"The lady awaits us Hunt. You can't deny her twice." Tourk growled.
"You want to bet?" Dylan asked.
Dylan punched Tourk across his face, trying to loosen the grip Tourk held on him. Tourk began mumbling something that Dylan did not understand. A soft blue glow began to emanate from under Tourk's sash. Reaching down, Dylan grabbed at the sash. Suddenly, Tourk began screaming. His body began to spasm and his grip on Dylan faltered and then ended as he dropped his hands away. Tourk was suspended in midair with a look of utter terror on his face. Looking down past Tourk for the first time, Dylan saw the mist had risen and was now wrapping itself around Tourk's lower body. Sickened, Dylan watched with morbid fascination as the mist began pulling Tourk down. Tourk's body began to glow a soft red color. The mist seemed to grow thicker and within seconds there was no sign of Lord Tourk, King and self- proclaimed God of the Palorians.
Rising slowly, Dylan looked across the expanse of the pit seeking out Beka. She was standing in the exact spot he had last seen her. None of the guards seemed to be paying any attention to her. She began walking toward him, slowly at first but more quickly when she realized no one was trying to stop her. After a few seconds Dylan seemed to break free of his reverie and began running towards her as well. Reaching him, Beka threw her arms around him and sobbed. He held her tightly and stroked her hair gently.
"It's over. He is gone and he won't ever hurt you. It's over Beka." He said.
"You are wrong Captain Hunt. It is far from over." A harsh voice said.