The Godslingers Next Gen 2: Chapter 18

Lyre's POV
I shadow-traveled to the guys they call themselves Deathkillers. The guy with the plasma-colored eyes called Taylor grinned at me and lifted his scythe. My sword clashed with his weapon, and I was thrown backwards, against a rock. I lay on the cold earth and groaned. Taylor towered over me, scythe just inches away from my head, ready to slice me in half.

"Lady Nadine will be pleased by your death, half-blood." He said and lunged.

Fortunately, I have enough strength to lift my sword and block his strike. I kicked him in the shin and stood up.

Finn was doing something in the camp. A member of the Advance Guard charged at him, but Jessica swiftly blocked his way and fought with him, giving Finn some time to search for something.

I growled at Taylor, then hefted my sword and tried to stab him in the heart. He blocked, feinted and hit me in the forehead with the hilt of his sword. I doubled backwards, then fell again on the ground.

Taylor kneeled in front of me, smiling gruesomely.

He slashed with his scythe at my neck, and blood poured out. Energy left me, and my head rolled in front of my chest. My eyes was closing, and my life drained away.

The last thing I heard was someone calling my name and a menacing laugh of triumph.