Three Cylopedes burst into the cave, blinding her with their blazing white lights. A trio of figures alighted from the crafts.“We finally caught up with you,” Karhann roared.“And look . . .” There was no mistaking Loriine’s lazy, pampered voice. “The gate is still open for taking.”The third person did not speak, but Maia knew it was Yoome. The quiet girl had helped them once, but if anyone could help Maia now, it would have to be herself.“I hope you’re not going to try to stop us,” Karhann said. “You see, there isn’t much point in you fighting all three of us.”Maia gripped Bellator tightly by the hilt and pulled it out. She had to keep fighting to protect the entrance until the communicators worked again so she could call for help.“The midget dares to challenge us,” Loriine sneered.There was a raspy sound of weapons being drawn and cautious footfalls as her opponents stepped closer.“Are we allowed to fight three to one?” Yoome spoke, forever the voice of hope.No one replied. Maia tried hard to recall that code of honorable combat, and then figured that it did not matter anyway. For even if she did remember, this bunch was not going to listen to her when they chose to ignore Yoome’s question. She backed up against the half-closed gate, Bellator firmly clutched in her hands. As she stepped away from the glare of the headlights, she could see them more clearly. Loriine stood to the left holding a whip sword, its tip skimming the stone floor. Karhann stood next to Loriine holding a basket-hilt broadsword. On the right stood Yoome, both hands clasping a long, tapered pole that was studded all over with small spikes.The first blow came from Loriine, surprising Maia a little. The whip sword lashed out like a dragon’s tongue and danced dangerously close to her left arm.
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