sharp punch of sound echoing back down to her, forcing her to recognize that it was the savage sound of flesh and, more important, bone snapping as force met resistance. Jackson grabbed the man by the length of his hair and slammed a vicious elbow into his face right before both men went plummeting to the ground. Marissa screamed in abject horror as she realized gravity had taken over the situation and she was going to watch two men hit the ground at full force.
They hit the ground all right, but both landed ontheir feet, the impact so hard she could feel it under her. Suddenly they seemed larger than life, like two. She knew without a doubt. i mighty titans at war with each other. She knew she was bearing witness to something that could never be unseen, a secret that could endanger her life. Suddenly Jackson’s adversary spat out a pair of words, the language beyond foreign to her, and a charge of red light enveloped his hands and then exploded like a bomb when he used them to shove at Jackson’s chest.
Jackson went flying back, tearing through the air until his shoulder and the right side of his back impacted a tree. Once again he landed on his feet, the only hint that he had been injured was a grunt as he regained balance.
The enemy, whoever he was and for whatever reason, attacked once again, more words spitting past his lips and more red, fiery light bolting from his hands in a massive ball of energy. But this time Jackson was ready for him. He leapt aside, propelling himself into a running charge and plowing into the attacker. They cracked their heads together, like two mighty rams challenging each other for the right to a mate.
“How do you dare?” Jackson roared into the other man’s face. “How do you dare try and injure what is under my protection!” He gave the man such a vicious shake that he squawked like a dying bird.
“J-Jackson …” Holy hell, was that her voice? Was she actually going to try to reason with … with …
She had no idea what they were. She should just shut the hell up and figure out how to get away and run really, really fast in the other direction. But logic said, after witnessing what she had just seen, distance wasn’t going to make all that much of an effective advantage.
“I will tear you down, Menes, and reap the reward and infamy for it! I will destroy you so thoroughly you’ll find permanent end! This I do in the name of Amun!And when you fall under our blades, I will take your human doll and use her until she swells with my get.”
Well, apparently that was the wrong thing to say, Marissa thought. The roar of fury that ejected from Jackson was, in a strange surreal way, very flattering, as was the beating that commenced instantly after. There was a sense of being championed that she’d never felt before, and as terrified as she was of them and of what the other man had just vowed to do to her, she felt a wave of reassurance and faith in the power of the man fighting for her safety … as well as his own.
Jackson’s shirt, she realized, had been burned away across the front. Charred, ragged edges in a large circle exposed the bulletproof vest he wore and it too was scorched to black. He was trading blows with the other man in earnest now, perhaps a little too earnestly, obvious signs of wrath causing him to overreach, to miss his mark. But after just a minute he must have realized this as well and grew intent and serious, taking more time to plot not only his attack, but his defense. The two men grappled, struck, and crashed through the brush and trees.
Our
.
It struck her just as suddenly as “was” had when Tommy’s mother had spoken it. Jackson’s enemy had said “our.”
“Jackson there’s another!” She screamed the warning to be heard over the din of their fierce battle.
He looked up, distracted momentarily by the warning, looking to her as if the other was possibly coming after her. But he wasn’t. Marissa suddenly grasped that this was
They hit the ground all right, but both landed ontheir feet, the impact so hard she could feel it under her. Suddenly they seemed larger than life, like two. She knew without a doubt. i mighty titans at war with each other. She knew she was bearing witness to something that could never be unseen, a secret that could endanger her life. Suddenly Jackson’s adversary spat out a pair of words, the language beyond foreign to her, and a charge of red light enveloped his hands and then exploded like a bomb when he used them to shove at Jackson’s chest.
Jackson went flying back, tearing through the air until his shoulder and the right side of his back impacted a tree. Once again he landed on his feet, the only hint that he had been injured was a grunt as he regained balance.
The enemy, whoever he was and for whatever reason, attacked once again, more words spitting past his lips and more red, fiery light bolting from his hands in a massive ball of energy. But this time Jackson was ready for him. He leapt aside, propelling himself into a running charge and plowing into the attacker. They cracked their heads together, like two mighty rams challenging each other for the right to a mate.
“How do you dare?” Jackson roared into the other man’s face. “How do you dare try and injure what is under my protection!” He gave the man such a vicious shake that he squawked like a dying bird.
“J-Jackson …” Holy hell, was that her voice? Was she actually going to try to reason with … with …
She had no idea what they were. She should just shut the hell up and figure out how to get away and run really, really fast in the other direction. But logic said, after witnessing what she had just seen, distance wasn’t going to make all that much of an effective advantage.
“I will tear you down, Menes, and reap the reward and infamy for it! I will destroy you so thoroughly you’ll find permanent end! This I do in the name of Amun!And when you fall under our blades, I will take your human doll and use her until she swells with my get.”
Well, apparently that was the wrong thing to say, Marissa thought. The roar of fury that ejected from Jackson was, in a strange surreal way, very flattering, as was the beating that commenced instantly after. There was a sense of being championed that she’d never felt before, and as terrified as she was of them and of what the other man had just vowed to do to her, she felt a wave of reassurance and faith in the power of the man fighting for her safety … as well as his own.
Jackson’s shirt, she realized, had been burned away across the front. Charred, ragged edges in a large circle exposed the bulletproof vest he wore and it too was scorched to black. He was trading blows with the other man in earnest now, perhaps a little too earnestly, obvious signs of wrath causing him to overreach, to miss his mark. But after just a minute he must have realized this as well and grew intent and serious, taking more time to plot not only his attack, but his defense. The two men grappled, struck, and crashed through the brush and trees.
Our
.
It struck her just as suddenly as “was” had when Tommy’s mother had spoken it. Jackson’s enemy had said “our.”
“Jackson there’s another!” She screamed the warning to be heard over the din of their fierce battle.
He looked up, distracted momentarily by the warning, looking to her as if the other was possibly coming after her. But he wasn’t. Marissa suddenly grasped that this was
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