Chapter 2 #2
Most of the men she worked with were far smaller than these warriors.
Instantly, her thoughts turned to her last lover.
She fought back a grimace. On her last posting, she’d made the terrible mistake of getting involved with an engineer on her ship.
Jon had said he found her strength refreshing.
What he’d meant was he’d been up for something different…
for a little while. Then he’d started with the little digs: “Why don’t you dress up more, Honor?
” “Why don’t you take a break from training?
” “Why can’t you put me first?” When she’d caught him getting a blow job from a nurse from the medbay, Honor had been done.
She’d sworn off men, especially men she worked with, for the foreseeable future.
“How would you take one of these warriors down?” a cool voice asked.
Honor turned her head and saw Nera had moved up beside her. And Honor hadn’t heard or sensed a thing. Damn. She was learning so much from Nera Darc, but she had yet to master the level of stealth that Nera had.
She turned her attention back to the warriors, back to Colm.
She watched him slam his sword against his opponent, driving the man back.
“Well, they’re strong, and with these nanami, they’re also fast.” She watched Colm spin, raising his sword above his head.
Wow. “Um, they like to get in close. Laser pistol from a distance would be a definite advantage.”
Nera nodded. “I would suggest you never let a warrior in close. In hand to hand, he’ll take you.”
Honor nodded. “If I did end up too close, I’d need to use the longest setting on my staff to keep some range.
” She fingered the small, innocuous cylinder on her belt that extended out with the flick of a wrist. “And I’m guessing the highest stun setting.
” She looked at her boss. “These nanami sound interesting. How much do we know about them? Just how much increased strength and stamina do they give the Markarians?”
Nera’s multi-colored eyes flashed. “We don’t know enough. They are keeping pretty tight-lipped on the subject. Whatever information we gather while we’re here will help us flesh that out. I do know they have two hearts, and multiple copies of other main organs.”
Honor nodded. Yes, Nera didn’t like being in the dark, either. Mostly because Nera didn’t like Niklas to be in danger. Ever.
“They always have the advantage, Brandall, don’t forget that.”
Honor snapped out of her musings. “Yes, ma’am.”
Nera’s eyes narrowed. “What have I told you?”
“Yes, Nera.”
“Better.”
Honor turned back to the fighting. She eyed one of the swords and wondered how heavy they were. She was Predian, and her species was built to hunt. They were naturally stronger, with enhanced senses. She was pretty sure she could lift one of the swords.
She saw two young warriors moving in a complicated dance, both of them grinning. These barbarians sure liked to fight. She watched their footwork, memorizing the moves.
“Would you like to try?”
The deep voice rumbled over her and Honor turned.
Colm Mal Kor stood in front of her.
Sweat glistened on his bare chest, and his dark leather trousers clung to powerful legs. He wore engraved leather gauntlets on his forearms. She looked up, tilting her head back. He was a lot taller than her. Her heart tripped. She wasn’t used to that.
He held his sword in front of him.
Instantly, she was entranced. “It is a beautiful weapon.” She squeezed her fingers into her palm to stop from touching it.
“Go ahead.” He moved the weapon closer.
She dragged a finger down the hilt and into the deeper engravings. There were wicked sharp points just above the hilt. This was a sword built to kill.
“It is forged from metals from our mines,” Colm said. “When a warrior enters his training, his sword is forged especially for him.”
She felt herself practically salivating over the weapon. She stroked it again. “These decorative points are gorgeous, but aren’t you at risk of cutting yourself on them?”
“A warrior trains until that does not happen.” He smiled. “And we wear these.”
He held out one arm and she got a closer look at his custom-made gauntlets on his forearms. “These are beautiful.” She touched the leather. “Whoever made them is very skilled.”
“Here. Try the sword.” Colm opened his arms and gestured her closer.
She hesitated…for a second. She moved closer, feeling the heat pouring off him and the scent of healthy sweat and man. He pressed her hands around the hilt and his arms closed around her.
Honor stilled. She and Nera had just spoken about not getting too close to these warriors, and here she was, practically in the arms of one.
But he wasn’t the enemy. She blew out a breath. They weren’t in combat.
With his help, she lifted the sword. “Oh, it’s so much heavier than I thought.” She tilted her head back. “You guys make it look easy.”
“Our nanami.”
Hmm. Well, the amount of increased strength those little bugs gave them was huge.
She moved the sword in a few arcs, conscious of Colm’s hands resting on her wrists.
“You’re strong,” he murmured.
She tried not to bristle. Yes, she was strong, and no, she wasn’t some dainty, ultra-feminine woman. She’d seen the Markarian women among the crowd. They were tall and lean, but all wore skirts and had long, flowing hair.
She understood clearly she wasn’t a warrior’s idea of the perfect woman. Hell, she was pretty sure she was no man’s idea of the perfect woman. She set her shoulders back. She was perfectly fine with that.
“The blade likes you.”
Honor blinked. “Excuse me?”
The warrior smiled, and that turned his rugged face into something that made her stomach clench hard.
“The metal,” he said, “is also infused with nanami.”
She looked at the gleam of silver again. “It’s…alive?”
“Sort of. Nanami don’t think like we do, but they work with us, sense things from the environment, from us. They help us move the blade faster.”
“Amazing,” she breathed. She was getting a feel for the sword now. She looked at Colm. “I think I can manage on my own.”
He stared at her for a second and Honor noted that his eyes were a deep, rich brown. Almost as gorgeous as the bronze, metallic sheen of his skin.
He inclined his head and stepped back.
She hefted the sword. God, it was heavy. She moved it through the air, mimicking the movements he’d shown her. Then she moved, trying out a few of the moves she’d seen the warriors using in the arena.
When she glanced up, Colm was watching her intently. She couldn’t read him well yet, but she was sure she’d just seen his eyes flicker gold. She wondered what that meant.
“You are a fast learner, Agent Brandall. But it takes many years of intense training to master the sword.”
Oh, really? The sheer arrogance in his tone made her straighten. She lifted the sword. “Fancy a match?”
He raised his brows, incredulous. “You want to fight me?”
“You don’t think I can?” she asked silkily.
Another flicker of gold in his brown eyes. “You are a guest on my world, and a woman. I will not see you hurt.”
She snorted. “Mal Kor, I’m a security agent, a soldier.”
“And I am a warrior. We vow to protect those who are not as strong as us.”
There was the firm ring of conviction in his voice. She admired that. But she was no delicate flower in need of a hero. “I can protect myself.” She raised a brow. “Not afraid, are you?”
He looked like he was waging an internal battle. “Very well, Honor Brandall. Take the sword.” He called out for another weapon, and a young warrior rushed forward and gave Colm a new blade.
He held it up and gave her a small smile. “Let’s fight.”