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.He heard movement farther along and across the alley, as two of the other three sentries, including the one on the same side of the alley as Entreri, came down to see what was going on.“Who are you?” one of the soldiers following Sharlotta asked skeptically, his hand going inside his common traveling cloak to the hilt of a finely crafted sword.“Go,” Entreri whispered to Sharlotta.The woman hesitated, so Entreri prompted her retreat in no uncertain terms.Out came the jeweled dagger and Charon’s Claw, the assassin throwing back his cloak, revealing himself in all his splendor.He leaped forward, slashing with his sword and thrusting with his dagger at the second soldier.Out came the swords in response.One picked off the swipe of Charon’s Claw, but with the man inevitably retreating as he parried.That had been Entreri’s primary goal.The second soldier, though, had less fortune.As his sword came forth to parry, Entreri gave a subtle twist of his wrist and looped his dagger over the blade, then thrust it home into the man’s belly.With others closing fast, the assassin couldn’t follow through with the kill, but he did hold the strike long enough to bring forth the dagger’s life-stealing energies to let the man know the purest horror he could ever imagine.The soldier wasn’t really badly wounded, but he fell away to the ground, clutching his belly and howling in terror.The assassin broke back, turning away from the wall where Sharlotta Vespers was scrambling to gain the roof.The one who had fallen back from the sword slash came at Entreri from the left.Another came from the right, and two rushed across the alleyway, coming straight in.Entreri started right, sword leading, then turned back fast to the left.Even as the four began to compensate for the change-a change that was not completely unexpected-the assassin turned back fast to the right, charging in hard just as that soldier had begun to accelerate in pursuit.The soldier found himself in a flurry of slashing and stabbing.He worked his own blades, a sword and dirk, quite well.The soldier was no novice to battle, but this was Artemis Entreri.Whenever the man moved to parry, Entreri altered the angle.His fury kept the ring of metal in the air for a long few seconds, but the dagger slipped through, gashing the soldier’s right arm.As that limb drooped, Entreri went into a spin, Charon’s Claw coming around fast to pick off a thrust from the man coming in at his back, then continuing through, over the wounded man’s lowered defense, slashing him hard across the chest.Also on that maneuver, Entreri’s devilish sword trailed out the black ash wall.The line was horizontal, not vertical, so that ash did not impede the vision of his adversaries, but still the mere sight of it hanging there in midair gave them enough pause for Entreri to dispatch the man who had come in on his right.Then the assassin went into a wild flurry, sword waving and bringing up an opaque wall.The remaining three soldiers settled back behind it, confused and trying to put some coordination into their movements.When at last they mustered the nerve to charge through the ash wall, they discovered that the assassin was nowhere to be found.Entreri watched them from the rooftop, shaking his head at their ineptness, and also at the little values offered by this wondrous sword-a weapon to which he was growing more fond with each battle.“Where is it?” Sharlotta called to him from across the way.Entreri looked at her quizzically.“The doorway?” Sharlotta asked.“Where is it?”“Perhaps Da’Daclan has interfered,” Entreri replied, trying to hide his satisfaction that apparently Rai-guy and Kimmuriel were not closely monitoring Sharlotta’s movements.“Or perhaps they decided to leave us,” he added, figuring that if he could throw a bit of doubt into Sharlotta Vespers’ view of the world and her dark-elven compatriots, then so be it.Sharlotta merely scowled at that disturbing thought.Noise from behind told them that the soldiers in the alleyway weren’t giving up and reminded them that they were on hostile territory here.Entreri ran past Sharlotta, motioning for her to follow, then made the leap across the next alleyway to another building, then to a third, then down and out the back end of an alley, and finally, down into the sewers-a place that Entreri wasn’t thrilled about entering at that time, given his recent assassination of Domo.He didn’t remain underground for long, coming up in the more familiar territory beyond Da’Daclan’s territory and closer to the Basadoni guild house.Still leading, Entreri made his way along at a swift pace until he reached the alleyway beside the Copper Ante, where he abruptly stopped.Seeming more angry than grateful, obviously doubting the sincerity of the escape and the very need for it, Sharlotta continued past, hardly glancing his way.Until the assassin’s sword came out and settled in front of her neck.“I think not,” he remarked.Sharlotta glanced sidelong at him, and he motioned for her to head down the alley beside Dwahvel’s establishment.“What is this?” the woman asked.“Your only chance at continuing to draw breath,”Entreri replied.When she still didn’t move, he grabbed her by the arm, and with frightening strength yanked her in front of him heading down the alley
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