One Last Bolt

Capitaine Lambert pressed the point of his saber against John�s chest, hard enough to open a shallow cut. The steady rain washed the blood down and away from the wound. Lambert nodded at Agasga Adair and said, �What will you do now, witchua? You are trapped and your son lives or dies by my decision. It appears your quiver of tricks is finally empty.�

Agasga pointed her flintlock pistol at Lambert, the rain running off it and down her steady arm.

�Your powder, it is wet,� Lambert sneered.

Agasga aimed and spoke, �Ukayodi Atsilu.� The ball punched into Lambert�s chest.