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The Kardia Ring
September 18th, 1897
7:30 PM

The bright light of a shattered crystal filled Marron’s whole vision.

He moved without thinking, sailing somewhere high above the surging stream of conscious thought. A turn of his wrist brought the still-screaming jet of pressurized water around; a flick of the fingers turned its tip into an icy cudgel that smashed against the Constable’s head and shoulders. The shadow staggered.

In that moment of hesitation, Marron closed the distance between them. His hands found the hilt of the shortsword Zoltán had dropped; fluvian muscles bunched; with a scream that was equal parts fury and desperation he hurled himself at the downed Constable; and with all his strength, drove the point of the blade into the cracks between its crystal eye.

It lurched from the force of the blow. Then, nothing. A heavy, lifeless silhouette in the middle of the street. Water from Marron’s cape made little rivers over its hands.

Marron’s heavy gurgling turned to a whimper. He released the steel and threw himself around Tristine’s middle instead, hitting her hard enough to drive the breath from her body.

He sobbed.“I am so glad you are here!!”
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Length
Short

Words
1,484

Characters
Tristine, Marron, Zoltan

Tristine belongs to Art-Zealot
Marron and Zoltan are mine

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Next: Return from Kardia

Description

The Kardia Ring
September 18th, 1897
7:30 PM

The bright light of a shattered crystal filled Marron’s whole vision.

He moved without thinking, sailing somewhere high above the surging stream of conscious thought. A turn of his wrist brought the still-screaming jet of pressurized water around; a flick of the fingers turned its tip into an icy cudgel that smashed against the Constable’s head and shoulders. The shadow staggered.

In that moment of hesitation, Marron closed the distance between them. His hands found the hilt of the shortsword Zoltán had dropped; fluvian muscles bunched; with a scream that was equal parts fury and desperation he hurled himself at the downed Constable; and with all his strength, drove the point of the blade into the cracks between its crystal eye.

It lurched from the force of the blow. Then, nothing. A heavy, lifeless silhouette in the middle of the street. Water from Marron’s cape made little rivers over its hands.

Marron’s heavy gurgling turned to a whimper. He released the steel and threw himself around Tristine’s middle instead, hitting her hard enough to drive the breath from her body.

He sobbed.“I am so glad you are here!!”
-----

Read the full Lit Here

Length
Short

Words
1,484

Characters
Tristine, Marron, Zoltan

Tristine belongs to Art-Zealot
Marron and Zoltan are mine

Previous: Songs of War
Next: Return from Kardia