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Sinbad saw stars as his head hit the ground. Despite his agony, Sinbad’s mind was floating, disengaged from the pain, and he realized an odd sense of calm that he was going into shock. Black speckles flooded the edge of his dimming vision as darkness threatened to steal what little consciousness he still had left.

Sinbad took a shuddering breath. He was fighting to stay awake, as Kasson’s stepped towards him, wielding his sword.

Snarling, he pulled Sinbad up. With a savage grin, the outlander head-butted Kasson, breaking his nose. Blood spurted and Sinbad howled in triumph.

Kasson’s eyes glinted as he swung his sword at Sinbad in a savage blow, which clearly meant to slice him in half. This time, Sinbad wasn’t quick enough. The sword caught him in a glancing blow in the ribs and sliced cleanly through his bare flesh, sending blood into the air. The force of the blow spun Sinbad around, knocking him off balance. He fell heavily to his knees, blood pouring from his side in a shady stream.

Up above, Aella’s heart pounded faster as she watched Kasson slaughtering Sinbad. She tried to look away, but she could not. She held on to every hope she had for the outlander, but she was well aware of Kasson Bay’s reputation. How he led a revolt against the slave traders in the dark mountains, the exact number of the many men he had murdered in cold blood, and how he savagely abused their widows.

Aella gasped loudly as Kasson kept on attacking without displaying any shred of mercy. It was amazing on how Sinbad took all that brutality, but a chill ran through the very ventricles of her heart.

He was going to kill Sinbad.

Kasson’s eyes narrowed to see the puny outlander was still alive. Crawling weakly towards him. Smirking, Kasson

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