Onghwe pressed the attack, flicking the guan do in tight circles, forcing Kim back as the Flower Knight blocked and evaded the flashing blade. Kim gave ground readily and Zug approached from the Khan’s right, flicking his own weapon at the Khan. The Khan adjusted his technique, and the blade of his guan do became a darting, flashing bird that leaped from both Zug’s and Kim’s weapons without pause. Zug was content to be patient, keeping the pressure on the Khan, knowing the other man could not keep up this incredible display of dexterity for long. Eventually he would tire.
The Khan’s blade rebounded from his naginata, slashing low toward Kim, who had started to drift closer to the Khan. The Flower Knight leaped into the air, avoiding the guan do’s blade, and at the apogee of his leap he thrust his spear forward in one hand, and the point pierced Onghwe’s shoulder.
The Khan snarled, and Kim barely got the haft of his spear up in time to block Onghwe’s counterattack. Kim landed off balance, and the Khan’s attack sent him reeling. He drew back quickly, seeking distance from the angry Khan, and he would have been in trouble if Zug had not leaped forward with a whirling slash of his own.
The Khan flicked the guan do up, catching Zug’s blade, and then slammed the blade of the guan do down, sliding it along Zug’s haft, aiming for the Nipponese man’s hands. Zug shifted his arms, twirling the naginata as he forced the guan do wide and retaliating with another stroke. Onghwe jerked his left hand up, catching the shaft of the naginata just inside the metal blade, and he responded with a similar slash of his own. Zug countered and closed the distance, letting his weapon fall back against his body. He snapped the shortened end up, smashing Onghwe on the side of the head.
Onghwe’s head snapped to the side, and he stumbled. Zug stepped back, giving himself some measure, and flicked his naginata blade up in a vicious swing. Onghwe tried to parry it but only managed to deflect the naginata enough that it glanced off the upper portion of his left arm. Zug felt the blade bite into flesh, and when the Khan reeled away, he saw blood soaking the sleeve of his robe.
“Your dogs smell blood,” he snarled, and he heard Kim make a howling noise, as if he were summoning a pack of wild hounds.
The cry was picked up by other voices, and all three men paused.
At the back of the tent, the Rose Knight was no longer alone. He had been joined by the other knight—the one who had helped with the cages—and a familiar giant of a man, who kept up his howl longer than the others. Braced in his hands was a long club, topped with a heavy ball of rough stone.
Madhukar grinned as his howl trailed off. “Save a little bit for me,” he said, hefting his club.
Kim’s shout was the only thing that saved Zug from the Khan’s sudden attack. Snarling, Onghwe rallied, lunging forward with the guan do. Zug flinched, and the blade sliced across the front of his right shoulder.
An inch higher and the blade would have cut his throat.
The Khan tried to seize the advantage, but Kim was suddenly there, at Zug’s side, aiming a high thrust at the Khan’s face. Onghwe retreated, smashing the Flower Knight’s spear aside, and Zug saw an opening.
He brought the naginata around low, and flicked it up, beneath the Khan’s guard. The blade passed between the Khan’s legs, and he rotated his wrists and pulled up as the Khan danced back, fleeing from his weapon. He felt the blade tug as it sliced through cloth and flesh.
Kim pressed forward, his spear point darting high and low at the Khan. Onghwe parried Kim’s attacks easier, but his stance was unsteady. A heavy sheen of sweat covered his face.
He knew he had been cut.
Zug prowled to the left, staying just out of measure but close enough that he could spring forward should an opportunity present itself. Kim continued his flurry of attacks, forcing the Khan to defend himself. Forcing him to keep moving, to keep putting weight on his injured leg.
The inside of the Khan’s leg was covered with blood, and he was leaving a bloody trail behind him as he staggered across the rugs.
Onghwe smashed Kim’s spear aside with a heavy swing of his guan do, and, with a heavy snarl twisting his features, he lunged at the Flower Knight, thrusting his pole arm straight at Kim’s face. The guan do didn’t have a pointed end, and the only way the strike could hurt Kim was if the Flower Knight dodged to the side but didn’t block or retreat, allowing the Khan to slash sideways. Kim twitched his head to the side as he leaned forward, and the guan do passed within a hair’s breadth of his head. He wrapped his left arm around the haft of the Khan’s pole-arm and trapped the weapon against his shoulder.
It was a dangerous move, as the blade of the guan do was poised right behind his head. The Khan would only have to rotate the blade in order to get the edge against Kim’s skull.
But he never got the chance.
As soon as Kim trapped the Khan’s weapon, Zug leaped forward, bringing the naginata around in a powerful swing. The blade sheared through the Khan’s right arm and continued into his chest, where it stopped against his ribs. With a sharp tug, Zug pulled it free, and the Khan gasped, blood spattering from his mouth. Zug whirled the naginata around his head and with a reverse stroke, separated Onghwe’s head from his body.