Prinooween-Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Back in the castle John and Karen are in the midst of a furious hand to hand combat battle with Zoeborh.  All three are dancing around with manic speed and intensity.  Zoeborh with his two swords that he has lit afire with his magic.  John with his staff starting to heat up from absorbing all the magic energy.  Karen holding two large boomerangs in her hand using them like sai’s.  Suddenly an explosion and crash is heard that makes the castle rattle.  It momentarily distracts Zoeborh which allows John to land a blow with his staff.  “Your walls have just been breached.  Give up now.”

Zoeborh shakes off John’s blow.  “Never.”  Zoeborh then launches into a torrent of blows.  “I will see you and your friends breathe your last breath.”  Zoeborh sends John off balance and stabs him in the arm with one of his swords pinning him to the ground.  Karen attacks and locks up Zoeborh’s other sword with her boomerangs.  “Your foolish toys have no hope of saving you from the likes of me.”

“You know what you need to make my toys.  A knife.”  In a flash Karen drops one of her boomerangs and pulls out a knife hidden on her leg.  She quickly stabs Zoeborh under his chin with it and slashes it open while still holding away his sword with her other boomerang.  Zoeborh releases both his hands from his sword and clutches his wound.  Blood gushes out and he gurgles a cry of surprise and pain.  “Been out of the combat game too long.  Lost your ability to take pain.  Must be nice.”  Karen does a double back flip away from Zoeborh and then throws a boomerang that lands dead center on his face.  Zoeborh’s body drops to the ground with a thud.  Karen rushes over to John.

“It’s ok I think I can still use the arm but it went right through”, says John.  “Good shot by the way.”  

Karen unties one of her leather straps that hold her boomerangs to her and hands it to John.  “Thanks.  Here.”

John does not hesitate putting the strap in his mouth as Karen grabs one of the nearby torches.  She then pulls the sword out of John’s arm and uses the heat of the torch to cauterize the wound as John screams and bites down on the leather strap.  After she finishes John hands her back the strap.  “Never gets easier.”  

“You think you will be ok.”

“Not much of a choice but yea I think so.  Let’s find the Queen’s chambers.”  Karen and John then run out of the dungeons.