Chapter 842: The sound of weapons.
Emeriel tried to rise, but it was too much effort, so she began to crawl.
Dragging herself toward the hiding spot, every movement was a battle. She was almost there. Almost... A hand tangled in her hair and yanked.
"I've got her!" the voice roared. Fingers grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her to her feet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Put the dagger to her chest and let's get out of here!" another voice shouted.
Emeriel drove her knee into the inner part of his leg, just above the joint. His grip loosened enough for her to break free, crouch down, and strike his ankle with her heel.
He stumbled but managed to steady himself before he could fall.
"What the hell?! We've got a mama fighter here!" said the masked man.
The attacker laughed, amused.
Before the smile could stretch further, she drove her elbow into his throat.
He bent over, coughing and clutching his throat. "Shit!" Emeriel took off running for her life, but he circled his arm around her and pulled her back.
His brute strength crushed her against him, pressing hard on her abdomen. My baby.
Thinking quickly, she struck the top of his foot hard with her heel.
He grunted but didn't let go. She slammed the back of her head into his face.
The pain shook her skull, but his roar and the loosening of his grip made the impact worth it.
She broke free and ran again.
But he caught her again, shoving her against a tree, the impact jolting her spine. His hand clamped around her throat, cutting off her air.
"You annoying brat!" he shouted furiously in her face. “Human trash!” Your imagination thrives at punt"Let go!" she gasped, clawing at his arm, tears burning her eyes, fear twisting inside her for the life within her. He squeezed harder, hissing, “Let's see how fierce you are without air." Her body writhed against him, arms wrapped protectively around her belly as her lungs screamed. She couldn't breathe. Her legs kicked weakly, her strength fading.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw other men-many of them, masked and cloaked in black robes. How many soldiers had ctoday to kill her? To watch her die? Were they enjoying this?
But he caught her again, slamming her against a tree, the impact jolting her spine. His hand closed around E her throat, cutting off her air. "You annoying brat!" he shouted furiously in her face. “Human trash!” "Let go!" she gasped, clawing at his arm, tears filling her eyes, terrified for the life inside her.
He tightened his grip, hissing, "Let's see how fierce you are without air."
Her body writhed against him, arms curling protectively around her belly as her lungs screamed. She couldn't breathe. Her legs kicked weakly, her strength slipping away.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw other men-many of them masked, cloaked in black robes How many soldiers had ctoday to kill her? To watch her die? Were they entertained by this?