war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第31章

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eactions　in　the　slightest。
Tathlyn　jumped　back　out　of　reach；　but　one　of　his　panions　was　lungnoting　at　Ryld。　It　looked　like　they　all　intended　to　fight；　which　probably　meant　they　were　all　the　weapons　master's　kin　and　subordinates。　Otherwise；　one　or　more　of　them　might　have　stayed　out　of　the　quarrel。
Ryld　twitched　himself　out　of　the　way　of　his　attacker's　wild　head　cut；　drew　his　leaf…bladed　short　sword；　and　thrust。　The　onrushing　Godeep's　momentum；　Ryld's　strength　and　skill；　and　the　magical　keenness　of　his　point　served　to　bury　the　weapon　deep　in　the　crook　of　his　assailant's　fightnoting　arm。　Though　not　his　favored　weapon；　the　short　sword…enchanted　to　wound　even　incorporeal　spirits…was　a　fine　blade。　Blood　started　from　the　puncture；　and；　staggering；　the　Godeep　dropped　his　falchion。　It　would　acnottually　have　been　easier　to　kill　the　dolt　than　merely　incapacitate　him；　but　Ryld　was　on　a　secret　mission；　and　outright　homicide　was　far　more　likely　to　attract　attention　than　a　simple　tavern　brawl。
Tathlyn　and　his　other　two　friends　saw　their　chance　and　rushed　in。　Ryld　knew　that　he　didn't　have　time　to　pull　the　embedded　short　sword　out　of　his　victim's　flesh。　If　he　tried；　his　other　enemies　would　have　him。　He　cloaked　the　wounded　Godeep　in　a　ragged　bulb　of　darkness　and　shoved　him　at　the　others。
Ryld　couldn't　see　through　the　obscuring　field　any　more　than　his　advernotsaries　could；　but；　peering　around　the　edges　of　it；　he　saw　the　wounded　Godeep　reel　into　his　fellows　and　stagger　them；　startle　them；　too；　with　the　sudden；　unexpected　impediment　to　their　sight。　That　gave　the　weapons　master　the　time　he　needed　to　whirl；　take　in　the　obstructive　clutter　of　furnotniture　and　gawking　sava　players　before　him；　and　leap　up　onto　the　table　where　his　own　game　sat　waiting。　His　racing　feet　annihilated　the　snare　he'd　so　cunningly　laid　for　the　merchant；　hurling　the　pieces　rattling　across　the　board　and　onto　the　floor。
He　jumped　down　on　the　other　side；　grabbed　Splitter；　and　spun　back　around　to　face　his　enemies。　In　one　smooth　blur　of　motion；　he　yanked　this　most　trusted　of　all　his　weapons　from　its　scabbard　and　came　on　guard。　Denotspite　its　hugeness；　the　great　sword　was　so　perfectly　balanced　that　it　felt　as　light　as　a　dagger　in　his　grasp。
He　noticed　that　the　nonbatants　in　the　taproom　had　begun　shoutnoting　encouragement　and　insults　at　the　fighters。　A　couple　quick…thinking　gamblers　were　giving　odds。
Ryld's　three　remaining　adversaries　manhandled　their　shadow…shrouded　kinsman　out　of　their　way　and　stalked　forward；　manifestly　hoping　to　pin　the　fencing　teacher　against　the　wall。　The　one　on　the　left　hung　back　a　bit；　none　too　eager；　but　he　didn't　look　as　if　he'd　actually　turn　and　run　unless　Tathlyn　told　him　to；　or　else　he　saw　the　weapons　master　himself　go　down　under　Splitter's　razor　edge。
Ryld　had　no　intention　of　letting　himself　be　trapped。　He　moved　away　from　the　wall　the　same　way　he'd　moved　up　to　it；　springing　onto　the　table　and　charging　across。
When　he　reached　the　far　edge；　he　discovered　a　rapier　poised　to　skewer　him　in　the　vitals　when　he　plunged　off。　The　Godeep　on　the　other　end　of　the　blade…the　bolder　of　Tathlyn's　two　kinsmen…was　quick；　and　he'd　connotceived　a　pretty　good　tactic。　Ryld's　impetus　was　such　that　he　probably　wouldn't　have　been　able　to　stop　himself　from　hurtling　right　onto　the　Godeep's　point。
But　he　could　whirl　Splitter　through　a　sweeping　low…line　parry。　The　great　sword　clanked　into　the　other　male's　lighter　blade　and　snapped　the　last　six　inches　off。
Ryld　jumped　down　almost　on　top　of　the　rapier　fighter；　so　close　it　would　require　a　moment　to　bring　Splitter's　blade　to　bear；　a　moment　that　the　other　Godeeps　might　turn　to　good　advantage。　Instead；　the　weapons　master　bashed　the　great　sword's　heavy　steel　ball　of　a　pommel　into　the　center　of　the　rapier…wielder's　forehead。　The　impact　thudded；　and　the　male　fell　backward。
Something　clacked　hard　but　harmlessly　against　Ryld's　breastplate。　He　glanced　down　and　saw　that　one　of　the　spectators；　someone　who'd　bet　on　his　opponents；　perhaps；　had　shot　a　hand　crossbow　at　him…but　the　weapons　master　didn't　have　time　to　look　for　the　culprit。　He　had　to　pivot　to　fend　off　his　fellow　swordsm