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ОглавлениеThe wound was insufficient, but it stung in more ways than one. Kasson touched his fingers to the cut and licked mournfully at the lost blood.
Then he swiveled his head towards Sinbad, his face contorting into a rictus of hate. Kasson regained control of himself with an effort.
With a growl, Kasson threw his fist to Sinbad’s face. Before the outlander could defend himself, Kasson whipped around and knocked him sprawling across the arena with a savage, pile-driver blow. As Sinbad struggled to right himself, Kasson crossed the pit in a single bound and grabbed him by the throat, his fingers digging into Sinbad’s windpipe.
As Sinbad fought to free himself, Kasson brought his blade to his captive’s throat. He pressed the razor edge hard enough to break the skin and trickle blood.
Sinbad grimaced in pain.
He wrestled with Kasson, unable to break his hold on him. Gasping, Sinbad reached into his sash with his free hand and felt for the wooden spoon he pilfered from the guards when they had served him his meal the day before.
Kasson gave him a cruel smile. “Do you have any last words, outlander?”
Gripping the spoon, Sinbad replied, “Yes…if you can’t win, CHEAT!”
And with all his strength, Sinbad stabbed Kasson in the side of his right leg.
Kasson gave an ungodly shriek and released him. Sinbad rolled to one side and clapped a hand to his neck to stem the blood flow.
Kasson tore the wooden spoon from his leg with a howl and threw it across the arena. Then he came at Sinbad full bore, swinging his fist towards the outlander’s head in a murderous blow.
Somehow, Sinbad managed to duck. Kasson’s fist went straight at the wall behind Sinbad. Blood spurted out of his
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