He’d been worried sick about Aladdin for months, he’d had no chance to talk to Amon before he’d wound up with a Djinn in his knife, and he’d been fighting for Balbadd for months against Judar’s fellow dark magicians and never knew….
If I get the chance, you’re going down.
If. First he had to survive the Imperial silk waterspout.
“What did you call me?”
Alibaba has a Djinn, Cassim thought, blood pounding in his veins as… things… leapt off the scorched flying carpet. Alibaba conquered a Dungeon.
Though somehow even that wasn’t as much of a betrayal as Alibaba saluting that damn enemy princess in the middle of a fight. When he should have been running, or killing her.
Not one of us. Never one of us.
And now Alibaba was mocking her, taunting her; dodging razor-lashes of water instead of moving in and just getting it over with.
Weak. Coward. Doesn’t have the strength to take her head-on. What kind of prince does he think he is, if he can’t even face Balbadd’s enemies?
“Heh. Not quite as dumb as he looks, is he?” Judar was floating low, almost in grabbing range, watching the fight with an excited grin. “If he can’t even use a partial Equip, his best chance is to try and wear her out; make her throw power at him until she runs out of magoi.” A jingling shrug. “It’s a lousy chance. The hag’s pretty strong! But I suppose it’s the best he can do.” Red eyes fixed on Cassim. “I wonder. Could you do better?”