Gix - Sword/Armor Reference

They were figures from a nightmare—warriors with silver bodies and lightning swords. Wherever those blades fell, bodies split in half. There would be a clean moment when every severed organ and bone showed in the afternoon glare. Then vitality spewed into the sudden space. All went red and grotesque. Only the sword remained clean, darting down to notch cobblestone before rising to slay again.

Gix reeled, clutching a fence post shorn by such a brilliant blade.

***

Beyond the shorn fence, a sedan chair waited in a small statue garden. Catching an anxious breath, Gix vaulted up over the fence.

A sword shaved through wood behind him as though it were mere paper.

***

The silver-garbed warrior who had pursued him into the garden had taken a swing at the sedan chair, missed, overbalanced, and spilled among statues. Marble figures toppled around and atop the guard, pinging against his armor. His sword had bit deeply into the ground, and he struggled to yank it free.

Gix moved his hand to the top of the control stone. The craft plummeted. It spun slowly as it descended and veered toward the struggling warrior.

Sword arm pinned under pernicious statues, the man was oblivious.

The sedan chair fell like a hammer on the man. Even enchanted armor could not dull that blow. There came a screech and a groan. The warrior collapsed beneath crushing weight. The chair cracked and fell to one side. A hiss of steam went up.

Gix clambered from the wreck and surveyed his work. The garden was ruined. Shattered statuary littered the ground, and the warrior lay among the other figures. He was little more than pulp within his powerstone armor. It had pulled away from dead muscle.

***

The Thran, Chapter 16