Lahat ng Kabanata ng Warrior of the Way: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

So much for Christians being meek. David was a thick mass of swinging arms and thrashing legs as he tried to straddle Rhychard's waist. He kept lashing out, connecting wherever he could. It took several blows before Rhychard could twist his hips enough to toss the heavier man off him. He used the excess of his jacket to slow the swinging fists from pummeling him into one giant bruise. Rhychard didn't try to defend the accusations, just his body. He rolled on top of the squirming man and caught each of his fists. Once he seized both of David's fleshly weapons, he pinned them to David's chest and pressed down. Rhychard's ribs screamed as the angry deacon kicked and twisted under him trying to get free."David! David, knock it off! I didn't do it." The man wasn't listening. Rhychard needed to become a better observer of body language. "David, don't make me hurt you! I didn't set you up. I was here talking to Renny when I saw Buttercup get out of your car. I didn't know what was going on a

The drawers were a dead end. Rhychard felt around edges and behind drawers, inside each little whatnot and behind every picture. Nothing. He sat in one of the leather chairs, his back to the window, as he stared at the office.:How goes it, Warrior?::Either Harvest Fellowship has the best custodian in the world or our good pastor is a little OCD. Nothing is out of place.: Rhychard scanned the walls, the desk, the bookshelves…the books? Rhychard stood and scanned the books on the shelf. They were alphabetized within subjects. Prayer. Commentaries. Biographies. Between a Biblical concordance and a topical Bible was a large hardbound book on American Baseball. "Now, you're out of place, aren't you?" He slipped the book from its place, surprised at how light it was compared to its notebook size. :I think I found something.::I was afraid you had fallen asleep.:It was a hollow box, one of those storage boxes that you could buy in a craft store that at first glance seemed like a real book,

"I know you're in there!" Anger. A male voice. Guttural, as if whoever the voice belonged to smoked too many cigarettes. A fist violently pounded on the front door. "Open the damn door, Buttercup, or I'm going to be really pissed off. You don't want to see me pissed off, do you? You know what happens then."Rhychard forced his eyes open and stared at the clock. Seven A.M. And the person at the door already sounded pissed. :Kree?: No answer. Great. Tryna was still off scavenging for information, so without Kree there, Rhychard was basically alone. Kree hadn't returned after their foray into breaking and entering, and Rhychard had no idea where the giant mutt was. Rhychard sighed. He would have to get up to deal with whoever dared disturb his peace and quiet, and now he was pissed.Throwing the sheet to the side, Rhychard grabbed one of the short swords from the harness and stormed his way to the front door. Well, it was more like he stumbled, but he did it while he was fuming, so he fel

"Are you here to help or not?" Rhychard asked.Kendalais cocked a slanted eyebrow. "Humans have no patience.""Well, we don't live thousands of years, so time is a commodity we tend not to squander."The Sidhe Warrior started to open his mouth in rebuttal, but Tryna stopped him. "Please, Warrior Master, we must know what you know and have time to act on it."The elf's nod was barely perceptible, but he wasn't one for grand gestures, anyway. "Tryna has told me of the demon's purpose and progress. The Void's influence on the land before and the weakening of the Way's impact to change that influence now has gained Vargas a solid footing on his attempt to open a Gateway to the Nether. The Void would destroy Harbor City if that were to happen, of course."Rhychard suppressed his rage. "Of course," he growled.Kendalais remained ignorant of Rhychard's annoyance. Elves were quite oblivious to human mannerisms, believing most of them the silly emotions of spoiled children. "He will require a l

Rhychard took a long pull from his cigar, allowing the mild smoke to linger before exhaling. He stared at the glowing tip as he recalled the fiasco of breaking into Adrian's office. "It was worth a try. Without the pastor's so-called evidence people can stand up to him. Too bad gargoyles can get on to church property now." He knew he sounded bitter, but he couldn't help it. Everything they told him seemed to have been a lie.Tryna nodded, her tiny, childlike lips pressed into a stern line. "It is worse than I feared.""We have another problem. Jerome, Buttercup's pimp, came looking for her. I had to convince him to leave.""This is the man she works for?" Tryna turned and looked at him, her brows bunched in a confused knot."Her boss, so to speak, yes. He didn't like the fact she wasn't working his streets. My guess is Adrian told him where to find her, and Vargas told Adrian.""That is unfortunate." Tryna turned back to the water.He could tell that something was on her mind, but he w