Penalty Company #7 E-Book

T.K. Myur

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

War has been waged on the forces of Shuga and it's allies. The companies move to complete their mission and take them down once and for all. Michael and Waarp lead the other companies forward in this latest chapter.

Leseprobe

T.K Myur

Penalty Company #7

Ascendancy

Dedicated to Nelson and Jules. Love you guys.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter 1

Penalty Company #7

Ascendancy

Chapter 1

“Puta Madre!” the hafling exclaimed a Dullahan’s serrated blade passing over it’s sombrero. “And then some!” Kylla said spinning sweeping with her scythe. A wave of red mana surging through an advancing horde of skeletal warriors. Bones and dust exploded from the contact as more replaced them relentlessly driving at them from all sides. The wights and skeletons moved with shocking speed crashing into the ranks of Gilly and Cortege as they scrambled to cover one another in the chaotic melee.

Gumptin the capital city of the Underworld was under attack from the forces of the undead. Wights and skeletons roamed descending upon the citizens in a swarm of malice and violence. Gigantic armored dullahan rode through the streets on pale undead steeds with flaming red eyes. Gilly and Cortege had originally deployed to evacuate Gumptin and the surrounding cities. Dunkan Ribald was on the front line cleaving through the endless waves of wights and skeletons. They wielded clubs, axes and sickles as they carved up the horrified civilians on the streets. A cluster of floating skulls bathed in crimson fire shot through the air shrieking like mad as they tore into the flesh of those unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

Undead hooded shaman hovered their bodies covered in auras of mana as they fired bolts into homes that detonated setting them ablaze with green flames. Intertwined with the undead were the forces of Shuga their gold and red uniforms making no illusion of who their enemies were. Whatever Shuga had done to entice the host of the undead out of Pandaria had gotten them deeply motivated. They had walked into an ambush. The Councils would have some tough questions to answer when this settled. Behind Dunkan Kylla and her Sugar Skulls were holding their ground against the mob of undead creatures. Two dullahan circled them their steeds snorting flame as they raised their murderous blades. Kylla spun her scythe releasing a circle of searing red mana into the advancing hordes.

Bits of bone and desiccated flesh covered the ground sizzling beneath their feet. Kylla strided forward at one of the armored riders striking up at him. The armored knight chopped down with it’s massive blade Kylla back flipped avoiding the blade spinning backwards. She lashed out catching the horse across the skull it’s head snapping to the side. Buckling the steed pitched it’s rider forward into the side of a building. The armored behemoth bounced off rolling to it’s feet rising and readying it’s weapon. It pointed the tip of it’s weapon at her. “The feeling is mutual!” Kylla said sweeping it’s legs with her weapon in a surge of crimson. The dullahan flipped into the air and she sliced moving through it. A vermilion flash followed as the titan was halved diagonally. “Oye Jefa!” shouted one of the mini skulls with the sombrero. “Not over yet, let’s head for the main square.” she said sprinting forward.

Captain Collins sat quietly in the bay of the chopper as it descended to the drop zone. She barely felt Cutty’s hand on her shoulder as she looked her straight in the eyes talking to her. She saw her lips moving but heard nothing. “Ready to drop sir, sir?” Lt. Cutty repeated waving a hand. “Wha…oh uh carry on.” Capt. Collins said jolting back to reality. “You alright sir?” “Fine. Get everyone ready Lieutenant.” “Right.” Lt. Cutty said her steel blues flashing as she made a hand signal notifying the others to prep their spy rigging. Capt. Collins buckled her harness as the others started sliding down the rope to the ground below.

She leaned out into the breeze descending as her team landed. She floated to the ground lightly landing feet first as a white aura circulated around her. “We are landing approximately five clicks west of where Penince was last sighted. The Adamantine are moving in from the east, we are to have no contact. I repeat NO CONTACT. We are here to acquire the target, don’t move on him until I give the signal.” Capt. Collins said. “Affirmative.” the team responded. Visions of the attack by ECHO fresh in her mind she turned west pointing with her hand. “Move out!” Capt. Collins commanded.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ashli Korvin folded clothes the sun rising in the eastern corner of the house. She had been packing since the night prior. Fortunately Ziggy didn’t understand the true purpose of their visitors. At least…he didn’t let on if he did. She prayed he didn’t. Michael made it a point to shield him from the darkness of being a Korvin male. He was just getting used to living a normal life, now they had to move somewhere to be better looked after.

Michael was out on the patio staring into the sea. She tried not to imagine the hell he was dragging himself through. He was always so hard on himself.

He’d done his best. He had done nothing wrong. She frowned deeply. She knew him too well, she just found herself wishing that he would give himself the benefit of the doubt. Maybe that’s why he was such a fierce warrior…because he never let himself make it.

The sea breeze cascaded off of the exposed features of Michael Korvin. His mind was flooded with his own personal cocktail of rage, sadness, and self deprecation. It was careless of him not to leave someone to guard Ziggy and Ashli. He had been so obsessed with getting to Robespierre that he let his guard down in a most unflattering way. Robespierre knew everything and he knew nil. He was five-no ten steps ahead. They kept hearing about how this war was bigger than them and theirs, but somehow it always circled back home.

It was time for him to do what he knew to the maximum of his abilities. One thing was troubling his mind; why would Robespierre seek to teach him anything? None of this was adding up. Anytime Robespierre spoke of his father there was something in his tone like respect. It was seeming that things weren’t as simple as he once thought. From what was learned during his training that had already been the case. He did the Cannonade’’s dirty work on his own kin.

He would stop Maxmillian Robespierre, then he would focus his intentions on the true enemy. The Cannonade.

“You’re not serious bitch.” said the tall witch in the pointed black hat gazing at Crone Moriana wide eyed. “Of course I am goddamn. Look we can’t wait for the others, if Roman has done as much damage probably more. We need to act quickly.” Sounds decent in theory, but easier said.” “Details, details.” Moriana said as they flew through the night. June felt Sharian’s arm around her as he carried her lightly through the inken starry eve. “I want to make it known that this one is supposed to be dead.” said the short with with the bob cut and bangs. “I totally agree, we’ll just have to make sure this time.” Moriana said eyes flashing with violet malice.

“And the Heralds?” asked the witch with the blue hair. “That’s why I have Phantazim for just that occasion.” she said smiling at the behemoth bringing up the rear. “He is quite strapping.” said the witch with the bangs leering at him. Phantazim raised an eyebrow catching her glance. Perhaps after this was over.