Chapter Seventy-Six
ZEKE/MIRAH
Mirah
We fought off members of the Circle with ease, as we advanced towards Mt Glacier.
I dealt Master Damian a fierce punch, and sent him flying in the air.
At the side, Zeke was fighting too. Gone was his indifferent demeanor, and its place was fierceness. A bloodthirsty look.
“Watch out!” I turned and yelled.
He moved from the position he'd been, and his grandfather's claws swiped at empty air.
“Natchez, good to see you on the battlefield.” He scoffed, as their swords clanged.
“It’s King Natchez to you.” His grandfather grunted, and dealt Zeke a blow on his jaw.
I darted towards them, when a claw suddenly swiped in front of me.
I staggered a few inches away, before gaining my footing.
“I ceased to respect you the moment you chose to side with evil,” I heard Zeke sneer before piercing straight into his grandfather's chest a sword laced with vampires-bane.
“Nice of you guys to join the party.” I heard Tyler sneer.
