ammo, you’ll just annoy him. We need to take his head. Damn, I knew I should’ve done a more thorough job.
Take his head? We don’t need an axe. We need a chainsaw.
So find one. I’d like to live through this .
“Yeah, right. Find a chainsaw, my ass.” Luc grabbed Allana’s hand and jerked her with him. He hated leaving Rice to dance with the monster, but he had to save her. He released her and shoved her from him. “Teleport somewhere, anywhere, just get the Abyss out of here.” He waited long enough to see her vanish and bolted for the woodpile.
For Goddess sake, get back here before you’re fighting a Fomorii looking like me .
He yanked the axe free of the chopping block and charged toward the melee.
For a moment, he stopped short. Rice stood, legs bent. Where his blade met Fomorii flesh, it opened oozing wounds on its arms and bulging stomach that didn’t heal, but did little else. At this rate, the creature would walk into Cave of the Fallen as one of them and no one would be the wiser, assuming he got through the Goddess’ shields. Given the way his life was going, the thing would be welcomed home like the conquering hero.
“Nice of you to join me.”
He swung the axe at the Fomorii. “Shut the fuck up, Rice.” Each swing barely nicked the creature. An acrid odor filled the air. Black, inky fluid dripped onto the snow and instantly melted it. A second later, there wasn’t a mark on him. Shit, he needed a demon-forged blade and some demon killer bullets. Even then, he doubted it would be enough.
Keep him busy, Rice.
What in the Abyss do you think I’m doing?
Just keep him off me. I need to get behind him . At Rice’s jerky nod, he faded into the trees and worked his way around them. As he entered the clearing, one of the stalk-eyes swiveled toward him, tracking his movements, while the other stayed on Rice.
“You didn’t think I’d fall for that. Really, Luc, even Earl wasn’t that stupid. And my name isn’t Earl.”
Luc raise both arms over his head, his left hand at the base of the three-foot handle and the other near the blade. As he brought the axe forward, his right hand slid down the shaft to meet his left.
The Fomorii whirled and parried the shaft with one swipe of his gorilla arm, nearly sweeping the weapon from Luc’s hands.
Pain ripped through his shoulder. He arm hung useless. “Be right back.” He raced to the nearest tree and rammed his shoulder back into place. A lightning bolt of agony shot from shoulder to his balls, and stars danced before his eyes. It took all his power to stay upright.
“Luc? Is this what you needed?”
“I thought I told you to get—” His gaze narrowed on Allana’s hands. She struggled to lug the most beautiful chainsaw he’d ever seen. It had to have a twenty-inch bar. “Where in the hell did you get that?”
“There’s a logging camp in the next village. This was the biggest one I could lift. It’s gassed and ready. I borrowed it,” she said in a whisper.
He grabbed the saw with one hand and thrust the axe at her with the other. “If we fail, go to hIfreann and have them get you to Cave of the Fallen.”
He jerked the cord. The saw jumped in his hands and roared to life. Shit, he didn’t know if he could control the sucker. It was heavy and bucked in his hands. He advanced on the Fomorii.
On stalk eye followed the whirring blade. The creature started to rotate toward him.
Rice lunged, his blade sinking deep into the Fomorii’s chest.
With a bellow that drowned out the chainsaw’s motor, he flung out his arm, sending Rice careening into a tree. Then he reached for the knife hilt to yank it from his chest.
In that moment of distraction, Luc slid to his knees, and dragged the chain across the Fomorii’s Achilles tendons. The monster pitched forward. The knife slammed deeper into his chest.
Realizing he had seconds to finish the job before the tendons healed, Luc raced to the back of the Fomorii’s head and lowered the
Take his head? We don’t need an axe. We need a chainsaw.
So find one. I’d like to live through this .
“Yeah, right. Find a chainsaw, my ass.” Luc grabbed Allana’s hand and jerked her with him. He hated leaving Rice to dance with the monster, but he had to save her. He released her and shoved her from him. “Teleport somewhere, anywhere, just get the Abyss out of here.” He waited long enough to see her vanish and bolted for the woodpile.
For Goddess sake, get back here before you’re fighting a Fomorii looking like me .
He yanked the axe free of the chopping block and charged toward the melee.
For a moment, he stopped short. Rice stood, legs bent. Where his blade met Fomorii flesh, it opened oozing wounds on its arms and bulging stomach that didn’t heal, but did little else. At this rate, the creature would walk into Cave of the Fallen as one of them and no one would be the wiser, assuming he got through the Goddess’ shields. Given the way his life was going, the thing would be welcomed home like the conquering hero.
“Nice of you to join me.”
He swung the axe at the Fomorii. “Shut the fuck up, Rice.” Each swing barely nicked the creature. An acrid odor filled the air. Black, inky fluid dripped onto the snow and instantly melted it. A second later, there wasn’t a mark on him. Shit, he needed a demon-forged blade and some demon killer bullets. Even then, he doubted it would be enough.
Keep him busy, Rice.
What in the Abyss do you think I’m doing?
Just keep him off me. I need to get behind him . At Rice’s jerky nod, he faded into the trees and worked his way around them. As he entered the clearing, one of the stalk-eyes swiveled toward him, tracking his movements, while the other stayed on Rice.
“You didn’t think I’d fall for that. Really, Luc, even Earl wasn’t that stupid. And my name isn’t Earl.”
Luc raise both arms over his head, his left hand at the base of the three-foot handle and the other near the blade. As he brought the axe forward, his right hand slid down the shaft to meet his left.
The Fomorii whirled and parried the shaft with one swipe of his gorilla arm, nearly sweeping the weapon from Luc’s hands.
Pain ripped through his shoulder. He arm hung useless. “Be right back.” He raced to the nearest tree and rammed his shoulder back into place. A lightning bolt of agony shot from shoulder to his balls, and stars danced before his eyes. It took all his power to stay upright.
“Luc? Is this what you needed?”
“I thought I told you to get—” His gaze narrowed on Allana’s hands. She struggled to lug the most beautiful chainsaw he’d ever seen. It had to have a twenty-inch bar. “Where in the hell did you get that?”
“There’s a logging camp in the next village. This was the biggest one I could lift. It’s gassed and ready. I borrowed it,” she said in a whisper.
He grabbed the saw with one hand and thrust the axe at her with the other. “If we fail, go to hIfreann and have them get you to Cave of the Fallen.”
He jerked the cord. The saw jumped in his hands and roared to life. Shit, he didn’t know if he could control the sucker. It was heavy and bucked in his hands. He advanced on the Fomorii.
On stalk eye followed the whirring blade. The creature started to rotate toward him.
Rice lunged, his blade sinking deep into the Fomorii’s chest.
With a bellow that drowned out the chainsaw’s motor, he flung out his arm, sending Rice careening into a tree. Then he reached for the knife hilt to yank it from his chest.
In that moment of distraction, Luc slid to his knees, and dragged the chain across the Fomorii’s Achilles tendons. The monster pitched forward. The knife slammed deeper into his chest.
Realizing he had seconds to finish the job before the tendons healed, Luc raced to the back of the Fomorii’s head and lowered the
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