Called by the Dragon novel Chapter 3

This was unfortunate.

Anzi had expected the wyrm because there had been one when she first ran the Gauntlet herself, but what she hadn’t expected was a nearly full-grown beast ready to devour whatever it managed to sink its teeth into. Was the quartermaster insane? These kids were too young, no way any of them could outpace a creature of this size. And the chances of surviving the attack? Laughably low. If she hadn’t sneaked down in the first place for other reasons entirely, she would never have been here to stop the beast in time. It had exploded out of the sand like a lightning strike and gone straight for the closest children hanging from the rock wall, and if she had been even a half-second slower in leaping on its head to throwing off its aim, at least one of the recruits would be maimed or dead. On her own First Run years ago, the wyrms in the canyon hadn’t been half so dangerous. Idiot quartermaster! She would report this to the colonel so he could go and shred the desert garrison apart for their carelessness.

And worse, all the trouble she had gone to would be for nothing now. Pierro had caught up to her in the chaos, so even after she dispatched this wyrm, she would still have to deal with him. And no doubt everyone else was on their way, too, for their own piece of the spoils. But for now, at least she had this: the spear in her hand was as solid as ever despite having been gnawed on by powerful jaws. Magicked wood was strong enough to withstand the bite of an adult wyrm, a lesson she had not expected to learn today. But against Pierro’s brute strength and his steel sword, could it last?

“Come on, Anzi. Have you lost your nerve? You can just lay down your arms and let me take the kids. I’ll put in a good word for you when I’m promoted and tell them all about how you took down a wyrm alone. A juvenile one, anyway.”

Sometimes, she really hated Pierro. He was tolerable most of the time, reliable, steady, and amusing company, but his habit of trash talking during competitions and spars was one of the reasons she never held back from thrashing him soundly. Today would be no different. She shifted her weight between her bare feet after dismounting from the wyrm’s neck. The serpent was out cold, knocked unconscious by a perfectly aimed magic-laced strike from her palm straight to the base of its brain, but how long would it be out for? Hard to tell. She would need to take care of this quickly, which meant no humoring Pierro’s theatrics. While he continued to spin his sword, she simply brought her spear back and positioned it upside down in a diagonal stance behind herself, ready to lash out and strike. She didn’t like wasting her time with a preamble before the main act.

“Alright, then, come at me-”

He was still in the middle of taunting her when she lunged across the three-meter distance between them, body so low to the ground she looked more like a desert fox streaking across the sand than a human. It was dim down here at the bottom of the gorge, courtesy of the shadow of the cliffs, but there was enough illumination from the dawn light to see the spark of surprise on his face when she was suddenly two inches in front of him.

She couldn’t parry his sword with her spear half; his blade would cleave through it from the sheer force of her strength. Magicked wood could withstand ordinary steel, but Pierro had a charmed blade that would snip through her weapon if she hit it hard enough. She had to rely on agility alone to avoid the sword while using her spear to land debilitating strikes at close range. Easily done. She just had to put herself in his face - like this.

“Damn you!”

He only had time for one frustrated curse before she leaped up and rammed her shoulder into his chest, dodging neatly between his sword that had still been mid-twirl and his fist. The upward strike lifted him off the ground, launching him off his feet half a meter. As his body moved backward through the air, she dropped down and twisted her hips so she could lash out with a fierce kick to the abdomen. It connected in mid-air and sent him crashing against the rock wall, and a shower of dust and loose scree cascaded over his head.

“Ugh!”

Pierro shoved himself back onto his feet and narrowly managed to avoid her second kick, a sweeping one that would have arced in from his left and struck him across the jaw. Close, close - she used her momentum to flip over and kick with her other leg in the same motion. He blocked it with the metal bracer protecting his forearm, but her shin found the soft, vulnerable spot right at the inner bend of his elbow. Before he could react, she hooked her ankle over the unguarded joint and dragged him off-balance. The first impact had been hard enough to send him teetering sideways, and this might be enough to put him on the ground - but no such luck. He planted the tip of his sword into the sand, catching himself, and moved behind it to put more distance between them.

It didn’t take long for him to pull his weapon back out of the loose earth and point it at her, but he also took several hasty steps back. She advanced and followed, holding her spear out horizontally to guard her progress. Pierro liked leaping face-first; she had sparred with him too many times to be taken by surprise with his favorite tricks.

“Relax,” he panted. “Don’t waste your strength. The others are almost here.”

No, they weren’t. If they were, he would have tried to hold out and keep her distracted so they could ambush her. He was stalling for time. But that didn’t mean she had all day to waste on him. She needed to finish this leg of the training, herd the recruits away - the same recruits that were currently trying to sneak away while she and Pierro were distracted. She went for his legs with a vicious semi-circle sweep of her spear before hurling the weapon at the opposite wall behind her. The surprised yelp of the foremost girl answered her, an appropriate reaction to the deadly whizzing that had passed in front of her nose by scant inches. A young desert native child, from what Anzi could tell out from her peripheral vision. Was that what she had looked like back then, too, young and determined? The sheer nostalgia almost made her smile, if not for Pierro grinning stupidly at her.