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wasn’t deep; but if Daniel was just a moment slower,
it would have been a serious injury. Daniel held his
blade higher, but Ivan didn’t come back at him just
yet. Ivan raised a claw to his mouth and let a couple
droplets of Daniel’s blood drip on his tongue. This act
sickened Daniel.
“Well now, that’s interesting,” Ivan said with the Devil’s smile.
“Less talk, more action,” Daniel answered as he
charged the dragon this time.
The two warriors flew back into battle, swinging and
ducking as they fought to kill each other. If there were
any witnesses, it would look like two dancers doing a
deadly dance with blades. In a way, that is just what
it was. It seemed like Ivan was winning, but when he
went in close for another strike, Daniel dropped to the
floor and swung out with his right leg. He used Ivan’s
momentum against him; Banowitz hit the floor like a
ton of bricks. When he went to get up, Ivan had Daniel’s sword point at his throat. Ivan raised both hands,
which blurred and turned back into human hands
again.
“You wouldn’t really slay your own father would
you?”
Daniel pushed the sword closer against his throat. “Do
you know how many of you forked tongue devils have
claimed to be my father?”
Bonawitz actually laughed at this, until Daniel pushed
on his sword again. Even upon facing death after all
these years, this dragon wasn’t acting like the rest had.
Usually it was a fight to the bitter end, but not with
this one. Something was wrong; it was like he had
an ace up his sleeve. The demon’s grin was enough
for Daniel, time to end this. He moved his sword and
kicked Bonawitz in the chest, throwing him on his
back. Daniel raised his sword for a death swing when
the office doors burst open with a blizzard behind it.
What the hell? Daniel thought as he watched snow
dance around the room, the office doors had icicles on
them. Don’t get distracted, Daniel quickly reminded
himself. He turned to deliver the last blow when his
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body froze up on him; literally froze…
“Took you long enough, Hon,” Ivan said as he got to
his feet.
“You know women, Love,” a female voice spoke
within the small blizzard at the door. “We need time to
freshen up.”
Daniel’s whole body was trapped in a giant block of
ice. He could feel the cold like tiny needles biting
into his skin. His teeth were rattling as his temperature continued to drop. The only thing he could move
was his eyes and right now they were focused on Ivan
who stood in front of him. Daniel was a sitting duck
now; no, even worse… a frozen one. He kept one
eye locked on the Russian dragon in front of him and
moved the other one towards the new voice. From out
of the whirlwind of snow walked the sexy receptionist
he had met in the front office. That explains why she
was puffing on that E-cig, Daniel pieced things together. The vapour wasn’t from it, she’s a frost dragon. The
slayers thought the Ice dragons were all wiped out
years ago… Looks like they missed one.
“So I lied,” Bonawitz said with a grin. “I’m not your
father, but I think I do know who your father is.”
Daniel said nothing to this; he had heard this bullshit
from every lizard he had ever come across. Frankly,
Daniel really didn’t give a toss one way or the other
who the hell his father was, because he already knew
what his father was, another monster that needed to be
put down. Besides, right now, Daniel had more important things to do, like keeping his body temperature
up so he didn’t freeze to death.
“I’m not sure how your Dad is going to feel when
he finds out I killed his only son, bastard or not, I’m
pretty sure you’re the only offspring he has, I’m pretty
sure.”
“He’ll understand,” the Ice Queen spoke up. “After
all, it was in self-defense.”
“I still have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Daniel said as
he closed his eyes.