Slave Line (The Young Ancients) by P.S. Power Read Free Book Online Page B

it was done inside ten seconds. Tor was kind of surprised they didn't smack into the ground. When he hopped out, running for a second before he triggered the Not-flyer with a thought, he realized that they had. The craft was buried nearly two feet deep in the lawn. He hadn't even heard a noise from it. Interesting.
    Then he flew, not waiting for anyone else to catch up. He couldn't make all the corners going full speed, but went as fast as possible anyway, hoping it wasn't too late.
    It really wasn't at all, thought the scene in the main audience chamber was surreal. A dozen men stood, pointing weapons at each other, screaming, while two other men, both vast giants, hit one another so hard the air itself shook. Since one of them was the King and his guards were trying to subdue the other men it didn't take long for Tor to take sides. He flew at the man attacking the King first, hitting him at nearly a sixty miles per hour. They crashed into the stone wall behind the thrones so hard it knocked a stone block loose. It wasn't a small thing either. Twice the size of Tor's head at least.
    His man wasn't getting back up quickly, though he was trying his best, which meant he probably had a shield on of some sort. Not one that he'd made, obviously, or the guy wouldn't have moved at all. Tor spun in time to see Sam crash into three of the blue and gold liveried guards at a run, sending them flying. He didn't go down, his shield stopping that from happening, but the men on the ground didn't just stop trying to fight, hitting this new threat with several different kinds of weapons. They didn't touch the boy, of course. He just walked over to them and pointed what he had in his hand at them. Tor wasn't certain, but he thought it might be an explosive device.
    "Everyone stop!" He bellowed the words, his throat suddenly raw from it. Without waiting, since no one actually did anything but keep fighting, he started kicking downed guards. Trying to take the weapons from their hands. It took few minutes, but no one seemed overly harmed at least.
    Other than the blood pouring from the King and the man that Tor had subdued with the aid of the back wall. They looked a little worse for wear. Then, both had been beaten by a giant, which kind of had to hurt.
    Taking out his amulet, one of the three he wore under his shirt, he handed it off to Rich and pointed to the right sigil.
    "Hit that one there." It was green and had the shape of the outline of a man. The King didn't wait to see what it was, just doing what he was told.
    After a half minute he handed it back, deactivated.
    "Thank you Tor. We should probably heal my brother and his men as well if they need it. Bit of a misunderstanding... Perhaps..." He didn't move toward the man that Tor had hit, who was still alive at least. Thank goodness. Tor had just assaulted the fellow pretty hard. If it had been a bar fight, Knight or not, Tor would probably be off to execution about then. The King's brother... As it was, since the man had been hitting the King like that, well, they'd probably cut him a little slack.
    He took back the healing device and approached the man as he tried to stand again, attempting to raise his hands to fight, or at least ward off the blows he expected to be delivered. That was pretty tough minded, since the man looked like half his teeth had been knocked out. Either by Richard or the wall. Tor held up the device in his hand, showing what it was and carefully activated it for the man, catching just a bit of the healing field as he passed it over. It left him feeling better, but stressed his biological field too much to let happen. If it went on for another minute or so, it would probably kill him, he was so weak that way right now.
    The big man in front of him just held the amulet hard, shaking silently as it repaired the damage, even regrowing the teeth that were missing. About ten minutes later the man handed the amulet back, sighing.
    "Well. Remind me never to get in a