For fear of killing Sten they had to use their hands. The officer shredded in the hiccuping boom of the cannon.Īlex and Kurshayne fought desperately to get to him. Kurshayne swung that monster shotgun off his shoulder and triggered it. There was nothing but pile after pile of black-uniformed bodies and Ffillips' commando teams, grimly making the same search. They looked around for more Jann to kill. It sent them reeling back, effectively out of the fight.Īlex pulled him to his feet. Behind Sten, Alex lifted an enormous table and threw it into a group of charging cadets. Kurshayne grabbed the boy with one hand and hurled him across the room. bleeding from a dozen superficial cuts.Īir howled through the hole in the roof and the open door like two tornadoes as atmosphere rushed to fill the semivacuum created by the fire.Ī young cadet lunged at Sten with his ceremonial dagger.
There was no one in front of them but a battered and torn Sten. Sten could feel numbness spread through his body.Īnd suddenly they were there. They punched and kicked at him, fighting each other in their blind fury for revenge. Then Sten went down under a pile of bodies.įfillips plunged forward onto the stage itself just as Sten and his team got moving again, up the other side. It hit the dining room like an earthquake, flinging Jann to the floor. That second blast shook the Citadel to its foundation. All the barracks were crackling and exploding.Īnd Khorea saw Sten and instinctively recognized him as the leader of the attack. Outside the Citadel, the mountaintop ran with rivers of fire. A molten river of gold streamed across the floor as the statues melted like so many giant snowmen.
And the golden statues began to bubble and then melt. The drapes and regimental banners were the next to go, crisped in the instant fire-storm.
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