The Ippos King (Wraith Kings #3) - Grace Draven Page 0,101

pivoted and fired the arrow he'd nocked. It struck the trunk close to where she'd stood. He already had a second arrow nocked in place when she threw another spike. It struck him in the hand, and while he lost the shot, he kept his feet and held onto the bow.

Bark shattered next to her ear, pelting the side of her face as the hunter with the sling returned fire with several stones. Anhuset bolted into the trees, using the forest's stately columns of trees and dappled shadow to hide from her pursuers.

The spikes had done their job in disabling one archer and injuring the second. She still had all six men to contend with, but she'd improved her odds.

Broken bark cracked nearby as the hunter with the sling hounded her through the forest. Anhuset sprinted past one of her false traps as she climbed the slope toward the island's peak.

The running footsteps behind her stopped abruptly. Alarmed yelps and expletives echoed through the trees. They'd spotted her trap and momentarily paused in the chase.

She sprinted even harder to put more distance between them, leaving more obvious spoor to lead them higher up the slope. She was far more careful on the way down as she circled back and ended up behind the hunters. She'd neutralized the archers enough that they'd resorted to their swords and knives. One of the spearmen took up the rear guard position now.

Anhuset bided her time, allowing the group to move farther ahead, their movements twitchy, faces grim as they realized they were not only the hunters, but also the hunted.

They paused a second time at the sight of another trap, and it was then she struck, this time to take down the spearman.

He made only a gurgle before she grappled him from behind and snapped his neck. He dropped the spear he carried. She caught it before it hit the ground. His limp body thumped once against hers as the slinger hurled a stone, and Anhuset blocked it with the spearman's corpse.

Anhuset hurled the spear. The slinger fell, still clutching his next round of ammunition.

“And now the hunt begins in earnest,” she told the remaining three in Common tongue.

Her words and the shock of their comrade's swift death sent them fleeing in different directions. Anhuset caught one of the archers before he got far, using her stick to crack his skull open. His body rolled down the slope to disappear in a pile of leaves. She killed the second man in a similar fashion.

The archer with the injured hand was the only one remaining, and she chased him all the way to the island's peak, losing him twice when she had to dodge a clumsily shot arrow and again when he flung his knife at her.

She trapped him on the island's crown with its spectacular view of the dangerous waters below. Later, Anhuset could only guess why her opponent suddenly decided to charge her. Maybe in the hopes of throwing her off the nearby edge, into the water, maybe to tackle her with the idea of brawling to the death. Whatever plan he had, she'd never know it. He raced toward her with a war cry and his sword raised. She'd simply pivoted out the way at the last minute and kicked him in the back. His momentum and her kick propelled him over the edge and into the lake below. She thought he might drown until a long shadow sped toward him as he thrashed in the water.

Anhuset raced back down the slope, angling toward the place where she'd left Serovek, fearful that Chamtivos and the remaining hunters had found and butchered him. A glimpse through the trees at additional boats landing on the shore to deposit yet more armed men sent her heart hurtling into her throat. “Gods' damn it,” she snarled. “Will this never end?”

Serovek would have to fend for himself a little longer while she dealt with this newest problem. She crept closer to the shore, pausing at the sight of these newest invaders, heavily armed and wearing clerics' garb. Anhuset recognized their clothing. Megiddo had worn something similar when he first presented himself to Brishen at Saggara. Nazim monks.

They lingered on the beach for a moment, talking among themselves. Tired of waiting for them to do something other than chat, Anhuset edged out of the forest's shelter far enough for them to see her. She was too far away for them to shoot at her if they proved to