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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Five: The Warrior of Fire

... He itched to summon his blade, but that would only make Kyle seem weak. He couldn't react out of fear. Haleem inclined his head, stroking his oiled goatee. “You have my thanks, noble Kyle, for returning my wayward wife to me.” “I have come to put right the Hidden Realm that the Marid tyranny has caused,” Kyle answered. “Your wife's abduction was the act of a petty fool.” “Nicely put,” Britney whispered. “Keep on this line. Prove you are the better ruler.” “Rashid has clutched to his rule with desperate hands,” Kyle continued. “He betrays his weakness at every turn. Kidnapping, assassination, scheming behind closed doors. He has sent Unbound to attack my wives and me. His very rule slanders the noble name of the Djinn. He drags the proud Ifrit into his filth. He has forced you and your people to muddy their hands so that his may remain clean.” Haleem stared at him. “And you would do better? You are a weak mortal.” “I am a warrior,” Kyle declared. “I wield Earthbones and command the rocks. My lineage can be traced back to great fighters. My own father was a mighty warrior, leading hundreds of men into war.” “I see a man hiding behind a wall of women,” Haleem sneered. “A brash mortal that doesn't know the difference between his sword and his cock.” The concubines went ridged, hissing in fury. “You will have to prove your strength,” whispered Britney. “He will respect that.” Kyle strode forward. Fatima rose and Aaliyah hissed in their minds, *Sit down before you ruin ...

... everything. You will only make our husband seem weak if you go out there. The Ifrit will not respect him if hides behind his women. “Zaritha's a fighter,” muttered Fatima. “Can't the Ifrit realize the concubines are equally dangerous?” “There is a reason I betrayed my people,” Zaritha answered through clenched teeth. The concubines parted as Kyle passed, nodding to him. “Show him your strength, Master,” Chyna purred. His skin tingled as he passed through the protection spells. Every eye was on him as he strode towards Haleem. Kalila recovered and moved behind her husband, her head bowed. “I am not afraid of you,” Kyle declared. Haleem's scimitar flashed out, slashing at Kyle, forcing the youth to backpedal. Kyle slipped into his fighting stance, reaching out to Earthbones and commanding the katana to appear in his hand. The blade materialized in a flash of gold light. He parried the second blow, blades scraping as they were locked together. Kyle worked his forms, slashing and swiping at Haleem while the Ifrit countered and parried, then launched into whirling attacks with the scimitar. It was clear to Kyle that Haleem wasn't trying to kill him. Kyle changed his attacks, matching his opponents testing style. A smile crossed the Sheikh's lips as they dueled, their blades ringing about the throne room as they maneuvered on the polished, brown stone. Kyle grinned back, enjoying the fun of the duel, his heart beating. He felt so alive. “You have talent,” Haleem declared, launching into a ...