Book 3 Chapter 18: No Such Thing as Doom, No Such Thing as Fate
Godfrey stood there for a moment with his calm smile. He was wearing a stunning red vest with golden flowers woven across it and held a thin rapier in one hand as he looked at Dantes, Gren, and Jacopo. His eyes lingered the longest on Jacopo, but when he spoke it was to Gren.
“So little mist, your master has chosen to make another move? I can tell you now that it doesn’t matter. With or without me pulling the strings Rendhold is doomed to fall. I just moved to make that fall as spectacular as possible.”
Gren flickered a bit. “No such thing as doom, no such thing as fate. They’ve been rotting as hells since long before your master split himself from his brother.”
Dantes loosed the pistol from his holster as they spoke, and Jacopo slipped his fingers through a pair of thick brass knuckles. They both knew what those coins across the floor meant. Their encounter last time had shown that Godfrey was able to teleport between golden coins. Dantes had only managed to hit him by tricking him into getting very close, and even then he'd had to run.
He forced himself to relax, being too tense would make him slower.
Jacopo took the opposite tactic, amping himself and readying himself to launch toward him the second he appeared somewhere else.
Godfrey shook his head. “Well, I’d say that’s enough talking. Time for you to ineffectually flail at me while I end your lives and less than lives one at a time.”
Gren faded into mist and rushed toward him.
Dantes began to summon in all of the rats and roaches he had managed to get on board, and began to have them swarm across the room and cover each coin with their bodies.