CHAPTER ELEVEN
~ Kimber ~
The man whoordered the death of my twins didn’t live much longer than the man who had caused their death.
His, however, was not quick.
I darted out from the rocks once my scream had stopped echoing off the mountains surrounding me and came to a halt directly in front of him.
I grabbed his throat, and with a strength I didn’t know I had, I lifted him off the ground.
“You killed them.”
“That’s the point of war, bitch.”
“You are a general, are you not?”
“Lieutenant General Ilya Ivanovich Lebedev, Russian Army, commander of the Third Brigade.”
“Good.” The word ground out from me. “Then this will not only hurt you but your forces.”
I slammed the barrel of the handgun into his gut and pulled the trigger. He screamed, and it was an incredible sound to hear. He was wearing a sword, and after shoving the handgun back in its holster on my hip, I pulled the sword from where it hung.
This time, I flipped it around and drove it down. I hadn’t expected such a fine blade in what seemed like a ceremonial piece, but it was. His skin split so cleanly, his guts spilled down the front of him, splattering my clothes and plopping wetly to the dirt.
His eyes clouded in pain, and the scream coming from him was weak and watery.
So fragile, these humans.
“I would take your blood,” I whispered in his ear, “but your soul is so black that I’m sure you would taste like bitter death and week-old fish left to rot.”
With a careless toss, he landed on the ground ahead of me, hands twitching as he tried to hold his bowels in. Bad news—they weren’t even there.
The sword was surprisingly light and agile, and I flipped it around to hold it in a different grip.
“General Ilya Ivanovich Lebedev, I hope whatever demons you believe in greet you in the afterlife and drag your rotten carcass to the deepest depths of hell.”
A single sweep with the blade severed his head from his body, and I watched as it bounced down the hill, picking up speed.
That amused me.
The click of guns around me brought me back to my present perilous situation.
Easily solved, though.
I threw a cast of magic around me and fouled the firing mechanism on the guns.
I may not have been of this world, but I learned quickly. This world’s magic was one of the things finally opening up to me, and learning how their weapons worked was an essential part of that.
After all, at the start of this, I was a teacher. I was meant to learn and pass on knowledge.
Not even one who aimed at me lived for more than two minutes after the general’s head bounced down the hill.
If I had to lose part of my whole under the crush of rock, I would make sure that no one else would suffer that same fate.
The last soldier standing in this mini-camp was a hulking, blond beast of a man who dropped to his knees as soon as I raised the sword. Tears ran down his face, and he hunched to the ground.
“Madam, I have a new child at home I have not even met. They would not let me take my leave. I did not want to be here.”
