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.He was free again, and nothing in the world could take away from that.He examined the shackle attached to his wrist.He moved his arm back and forth, making the heavy chain swing.Without a sword, it would have to do.Ryder looked up to the swirling melee before him.A couple of Purdun's guardsmen had managed to get on their horses, but most of them—those who hadn't already been killed—were still on foot.Small pockets had formed, the guards standing back to back, lashing out at the bandits encircling them.Closer, standing a full head taller than anyone else, was the taskmaster.His whip in one hand, a meat cleaver in the other, he swatted at a freed prisoner.The smaller man threw a rock at Mr.Cobblepot, which the taskmaster batted away.Then the huge man stepped forward and brought his cleaver down, slamming it into the prisoner's head.The man's skull split in two, drenching the taskmaster's bare chest with blood.The dead man stayed on his feet for a moment longer, swaying, then he toppled to the ground, chunks of red and gray spilling from the massive wound in his head.Ryder closed in on the taskmaster.His tormentor stood in the middle of the battle, reveling in his last kill.Fresh blood dripped from his chest, arms, and neck as he looked for his next victim.He didn't see Ryder right away, and the revolutionary turned freed prisoner took advantage of the opening.Charging forward, Ryder swung the chain on his wrist up over his head in a quick circle.The heavy end lagged behind his arm, picking up speed as it came around.Cobblepot turned to see Ryder just as the chain hit him square in the face.The shackle cuff made a resounding clank as it collided with the huge man's skull, slapping closed then open again as it hit.The taskmaster blinked his eyes and shook his head, obviously stunned by the attack.Ryder took four large steps back, pulling the unwieldy chain with him.It shook and rattled as he prepared to swing it again.Cobblepot regained his composure, and he turned to face off with Ryder, a red welt forming on his forehead where the chain had hit him."You should've stayed put, filth," bellowed the huge, bloody man.He cracked his whip toward Ryder, slapping at the dusty ground."But I'm glad you didn't." The whip cracked again."Because now I can take you apart."The big man lunged, eating up two of Ryder's backward paces with one of his own.He came on with his heavy cleaver, swinging it as effortlessly as though it were nothing more than an extension of his own hand.Ryder jumped back and brought his arm around reflexively.The chain swung slowly through the air, and the taskmaster bashed it aside with a quick blow.The chain clanked back, jerking Ryder's arm with it, and he stumbled sideways.The taskmaster retaliated with his whip, catching Ryder on the chest and shoulder.The strike burned his skin and tore his gray tunic.But more than anything, it infuriated Ryder.The last time the taskmaster hit him with his whip, Ryder had been bound, unable to fight back.This time, things were different.Ryder was free to take control of his own destiny, and he intended to do just that.Gritting his teeth and forcing the pain from his mind, Ryder spun around, accelerating as he went.The chain rose into the air, carried by his body's momentum.At the end of the spin, a bit disoriented, he raised his arm and lunged toward Cobblepot's head.The heavy cuff slammed against the taskmaster's ear, dropping the big man to one knee.Cobblepot let out a yell, dropped his cleaver, and lifted his hand to the side of his head.When he pulled it away, it too, just like the rest of his body, was covered with blood.This time, however, it was his own.Ryder fell back, trying to catch his balance, keeping the bare-chested man in front of him.Cobblepot looked up from his place on one knee."I'll get you for that."Standing up, he cracked his whip, snapping it forward and back.Pop, pop, pop, pop.The whip sang through the air.The taskmaster began to advance.Ryder swung the chain, the whistling sound of air rushing through the links growing with each circle it made over his head.He held his ground as the big man charged.The whip snapped as it came for his face.Ryder dodged to the left and ducked.The whip caught him on the top of his head, making a painful crack as it connected.But it didn't stop Ryder's advance.He lunged forward, sending the chain out at Cobblepot's ankles.The cuff wrapped around the big man's leg and the chain made a full loop, flopping over and tangling itself on its own links—just as Ryder had hoped it would.Dropping to his knees, Ryder leaned back with all his weight, pulling the chain toward him with every last ounce of strength he had left.The move caught the taskmaster off guard, and Ryder managed to pull the man's legs out from under him
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