Vexing Voss:Coletti Warlords 03(40)

"Impressive for a human female," Desh wheezed painfully. His tentacle slipped off me.

"Gosh, you're gonna make me blush." I hastily moved away from him,  noticing that his body was a mutilated mess. He wasn't long for this  world. What a shame.

A dead shark began to shimmy and shake.

"What the heck?"

A knife protruded from the belly, slicing through the skin. An instant  later, out poured bloody intestines and a goop-covered Malik.

I was kind of surprised he hadn't just teleported to safety. Were his powers on the fritz?

Malik climbed to his feet, wiped the crap out of his eyes, and shouted, "I cannot die!"

The dude was seriously hard to kill, but I'd sure give it a go. I  quickly surveyed the area, looking for anything I could use as a weapon.

Metal glittered in the sunlight.

Hot dang. A sword. I crept away from the madman.

His fangs bared in a feral snarl, Malik spun around and asked pleasantly, "Leaving so soon?"

"Yep, places to go, things to do." Keeping a wary eye on him, I picked up my pace.

Malik caressed the blade of his wickedly sharp knife. "My friend wants a  taste of your flesh." He crooned to his knife. "Soon, my friend. Soon."  He cocked his head and smiled. "Such impatience to kill."

Oh dear God. "You know when you consider your knife your best buddy and  you talk to it like it's a real person, you're a few bricks short of a  full load?"

He cocked a puzzled brow. "You think I'm insane?"

"Is the pope Catholic?"

"I do not know this pope," Malik stated dismissively.

"What a surprise. You really need to confess your sins. Of course that  would probably take the next hundred years, and what's up with fucking  your own daughter? I mean, that is truly sick and twisted."

A nasty little smile pulled at Malik's mouth. "I am sick and twisted."

"And evidently proud of it."

"Anything to annoy my father." He stalked toward me, stroking the friggin' knife like it was his lover.

I sent out a mental distress call. "Get this freak away from me!" The  blade flashed in the sun. "Like now!" I jumped back as he slashed at my  throat with a lightning-fast cut.

Malik chortled insanely. "Voss cannot save you."

"Then I guess I just have to save myself." I threw a handful of sand in  his face and bolted. I ran for what seemed an eternity. The sizzling sun  beat down on me, and my fear-fueled sprint became a stumbling jog.

Malik teleported in front of me, and wham! His fist connected with my face.

I flew backward and slammed into the mangled corpse of a Coletti  warrior. I rubbed my aching jaw. Nope, Malik's powers definitely weren't  on the fritz.                       
       
           



       

Dozens of Scorm wiggled out of the dead guy. Shit! I scrambled away and  frantically brushed the nasty critters off my battle suit.

Picking up my sword, Malik swung it around his head.

God, another show-off, and where in the hell was Voss?

"I'm here," Voss growled behind me.

"Snookums!" I spun around and hugged him in relief.

He gently wiped the blood off my busted lip. "You are my life."

"And you're mine," I answered, eyeing his bloody battle suit. He had been a busy boy.

"How very touching," Malik sneered.

Voss pushed me behind him and drew his sword. "This ends now."

"Prepare to die." Malik charged Voss.

Their blades met in a clamor of steel. The two men circled each other,  exchanging blows, popping in and out in what seemed to be a  choreographed ballet of death.

My heart in my throat, I watched them duel. Malik was very, very good,  but my Battle Commander easily parried his cunning cuts and slashes.

I eyed the bloody cuts covering Malik's body. Damn, what a shame the nasty warlord's battle suit was damaged.

The sword dancing in Voss's hand, he mercilessly took Malik apart piece by piece.

Without warning, there was a loud, cracking pop, and thick yellow smoke engulfed the combatants.

"Oh God! Voss!"

Voss staggered out of the gaseous cloud, struggling to breathe. "Stay … back. Poisonous … gas."

Malik strolled out of the rapidly dissipating cloud, swinging his sword idly.

"What did you do?"

"Killed him," Malik answered with a laugh.

Horror rocked me when Voss collapsed to his knees and the sword fell  from his hand. Think. Think. Malik must have taken the antidote, and it  should still be in his blood. Right? How did I get him to share it with  Voss? Slit his throat? Beg? Kick his sorry ass? Yeah, that would work.  "Are you such a fucking coward that the only way you can defeat an  opponent is by cheating?"

"Cheating is more fun," Malik answered, kicking Voss viciously in the  face and knocking him to the ground. He took Voss's laser pistol. "The  great Battle Commander dying, unable to fight, and forced to watch as I  take what was his."

"I am not helpless, and I am not yet dead," Voss rasped, struggling to  his feet. A fierce rage blazing in his eyes, he picked up his sword.  "Your actions have dishonored our clan."

Malik sneered. "Honor is highly overrated." He shot Voss in the chest with a stun beam.

Voss's body jerked spasmodically, and he crashed to the sand, the breath rattling in his chest.

"Now lie there like a good little warlord while I show your mate what she has been missing."

Raw fear twisted my stomach. "You fucking bastard."

"Sticks and stones." Grinning like a hyena, Malik sauntered toward me.  "To honor your great romance, I'll grant you a boon. When Voss is  gasping his last breath, I'll slit your throat, and you can watch each  other die. Who said romance was dead?"

An image of my mother's mangled body formed in my mind, and I fought  down my fear. It ended now. He would never again kill someone I loved.  "I'll do anything you want, just give him the antidote."

Malik parroted me. "Where's the fun in that?"

Yeah, I didn't think that would work. I linked with Zarek. "We need help now! Malik poisoned Voss."

"Tattletales die a slow, painful death," Malik growled and tapped an  icon on his warrior's bracelet. An energy field erupted around us.  "There will be no rescue, no escaping your fate. Today I take both your  body and your life."

"Never gonna happen."

"Never?" Malik walked back over to Voss and pressed the tip of his sword  against my honey bunny's throat. "Not even to save his life? You did  say you'd do anything."

"I lied. You have no honor. Your word is worthless. Just as worthless as  you are. You are nothing but a pathetic little man with an itty-bitty  dick."

His eyes cold with menace, Malik snarled, "You'll soon know the size of my dick."

That's right, asshole. Focus on me. Move away from Voss. "Nah, you probably can't get it out."                       
       
           



       

With a roar of fury, he fumbled with what was left of his battle suit,  and out came his wormy little snake. "Most females tremble at the size  of my member."

"They're trembling with laughter, not awe," I corrected.

A fierce savagery filled Malik's eyes as he raised his sword and stalked toward me.

"Zoey speaks the truth. You are a pathetic coward with a very small dick," Zarek said.

Malik spun around.

Battered and bloody, Zarek, Wulf, Lothel, Hothar, and the Gorum formed a circle around the barrier.

An evil grin curved Malik's mouth. "I see you survived my booby trap,  but once again you're too late, Father." He teleported back to Voss and  raised his sword. "Now all you can do is watch as I kill your great  Battle Commander."

A terrible rage vibrated through every cell of my body. "The only one dying today is you."

That creepy maniacal laugh broke from Malik. "You think you can kill me?"

"Yes." With a little help from Zarek. A torrent of power exploded from me and slammed into Malik.

His face a bleached-out mask of shock, Malik staggered and went down on  one knee. In a choked, hoarse voice filled with fury, he spat, "You will  pay for that."

An immense power hit my mind. I sucked in an agonized breath and tasted the cold, bitter flavor of fear.

"You are not alone," Voss whispered in my head.

Images rushed through my dazed brain, and I suddenly knew what I had to  do. "Let's kick some ass." I unleashed volley after volley of energy,  hammering Malik and driving him to his knees.

Bellowing like a wounded bear, Malik jumped up and launched his counterattack.

Pain shattered my concentration, and darkness danced across my vision.  Malik's next mind blast seared through my brain, and it took everything I  had to hold my shields. My energy reserve was dwindling rapidly, and I  wasn't sure how much longer I could fight him.