Chapter 64: Clash Of Kings Part 2

Trals caught Njrea as she collapsed, and lowered her tenderly to the floor of the Ship of Years.

"You fucking stupid bastard," she hissed.

"Stupid I may be," said Trals, "but coward I am not, to throw others' lives before my own." Though God knew he had once excelled at that game. "Not anymore."

She clenched her teeth, losing the battle with the sleeping drug Trals had given her. "What about caring for your life?"

"You still have much to teach me." Trals pulled the black material over his arms. Before, he had not been able to command the power of this suit, but the hud he now wore on his brow gave him command of the man-made mind within the black fabric. A quick command through the same machine, and the door of the Ship of Years opened.

Trals had a monster to slay.

Rain drummed on his skin, warm as blood. The water on the ground was less comfortable, splashing around his calves.