Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 156

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Just as she was weighing her options, Agares vaulted right in front of her. He didn’t care that the Smokewillow in her hand coiled around his waist-he simply hooked a powerful left arm around her, scooped her up by the waist, and sprang backward in a single leap, clearing nearly forty feet.

Sylvara hadn’t even processed what was happening yet when the back of her head was suddenly pushed down, Agares pressing her face into his chest.

An instant later-boom-an explosion ripped through the air.

Sylvara’s face drained of color as she felt the ground tremble beneath her feet.

Agares released her and yanked her behind him, barking an order to his men. “All units, retreat west!”

As his voice fell, Sylvara, standing behind him, looked up and saw a warship circling overhead above their heads. It dropped a mortar shell straight toward where Veyric had been standing.

The others around Veyric moved out in an orderly retreat the moment Agares gave the command, but Veyric just stood there, blank as ever.

The mortar shell was about to hit right in front of him.

Sylvara snapped the Smokewillow back from Agares’ waist and lashed it toward the falling

mortar.

The green Smokewillow wrapped tightly around the shell.

Using Agares’ body as cover, Sylvara braced her legs, yanked hard, then whipped her arm upward. The mortar wrapped in Smokewillow vines arced up toward the warship overhead.

Veyric finally snapped out of it and bolted, legs pumping faster than a rabbit’s. In seconds, he’d outrun most of the Hunting Legion deputy generals.

The deputy generals left eating his dust stared after him, slack-jawed. None of them had expected that this little nobody cadet could run for his life that fast.

Up above, the warship tilted into an impossibly sharp angle and barely dodged the mortar Sylvara had slung at it with her Smokewillow.

Sylvara hadn’t expected military training to go this far. The warship above was firing real mortar launchers-the kind that could actually kill people.

Petty to the extreme, she took advantage of having Agares as a human shield in front of her and

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directed the Smokewillow again, ready to counterattack and shoot the warship out of the sky.

But-

Veyric, sprinting for his life like a terrified rabbit, suddenly reached back, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her along as he ran, yelling at her as they tore across the ground. “Are you stupid? Are you stupid? Mortars are raining down, and you’re still standing there? You wanna die or what?”

Sylvara was yanked off balance, completely unprepared, her whole body forced into a run.

Because she was pulled back so suddenly, the Smokewillow lost its line. The vines flared out, then in the next second snapped back and vanished from Sylvara’s hand.

Leiya and the other deputy generals watched the little nobody cadet hauling along that terrifying little girl while still managing to run like the wind, and their shock was no less than when they watched that seemingly frail girl brutally take down a mutated serpent.

They rushed up to Agares, each of them blurting out, “No counterattack, Mr. Vaelor?”

Agares clasped one hand behind his back, lifted his chin to stare at the warship circling overhead, his dark eyes narrowing. “No counterattack for now. Fall back west.”

The instant the deputy generals got the order and turned to retreat west, mortar shells began dropping all around their heels.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Mortars exploded.

Dirt showered into the air; shrapnel whistled through it.

The adjutant let out a roar. “Son of a- which military academy punk has the guts to pull this? If Mr. Vaelor gave the word, I’ll make him beg for mercy.”

Bane, covered in dust and misery, snapped back, “The order’s to move. Run, unless you want your head blown off!”

Leiya put everything he had into sprinting for the tree line, not caring about their bickering at all.

Agares stood his ground and didn’t move. Every spray of dirt kicked up by the mortar blasts was stopped by an invisible wall of mental energy and never touched him.

Once his subordinates and Sylvara were all safely inside the forest, he gave the warship that was still madly dropping shells one long, hard look, then turned and walked away.

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Aslan sat in the warship’s copilot seat and wiped away a non-existent sheen of sweat, glancing toward the man in the pilot’s chair. “You’re really not worried about friendly fire?”

Down there was the Shield of the Empire, the Commander, a prince of Troya. The man in the pilot’s seat had come dangerously close to blasting him with an indiscriminate strike.

Blow his head off, and the Troya Empire was done.

Blake’s handsome face was streaked with crisscrossing field camouflage paint. Behind his sunglasses, his beautiful violet eyes were lit with pure excitement. “Friendly fire? For military cadets, military training is a battlefield. And on the battlefield, friendly fire and death are inevitable.

“Enemies don’t politely hold their fire, wait for you to draw your blade, and then offer you a fair duel. And besides…”

Blake watched the figures below dive into the forest and smiled like a sly old fox. “Besides, they run faster than rabbits, chase as hard as hunting dogs. With the way they move, all I’m doing with a few shells is getting their uniforms dirty at best.”

Aslan let out a dry little laugh. “You sure you’re just dirtying their uniforms… and not firing because you saw His Highness Agares about to start swinging and wanted to hit someone?”

Ever since this man had found out Agares was on this planet, he’d ditched the standard aircraft for a stealth warship.

He’d personally flown that stealth warship over the primeval forest every day. And wouldn’t you know it-on one of those “just passing by” trips, he happened to spot Agares holding a green branch and arguing with Sylvara… So, he’d slapped the mortar controls and blown his own

Cover.

“Did I?” Blake gave him a look and arched a brow. “I thought those people were the anomaly. I figured, if someone’s going to take them out, might as well be me as their instructor. Saves me the trouble of writing a recommendation letter. Win-win, no?”

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