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tranquilizer.” My head was feeling clearer, and I hoped I’d managed to stop the drug from going any further through my body, but it took a maintained level of concentration to ensure it didn’t return.
Kay stood up. “I’m still going to kill you.”
I dove toward him, any pretense of a well-fought battle replaced with a need to tear his face off. I wrapped my arms around his chest and lifted him up off the ground, over my head, planting him headfirst into the floor behind me.
You can have access to all the magic in the world, but if you get picked up and violently dumped on your head and neck, you’re going to need a few seconds to no longer see double. And a few seconds was all I needed.
I turned and kicked Kay’s head, snapping it back with incredible force, but he rolled with a second blow and the floor beneath my feet tore apart, flying up toward me. I activated a shield of air magic, deflecting the barrage of wood and stone, but it gave Kay enough time to put some distance between us.
I followed him, creating a sphere of air, spinning it over and over until it was a blur. The second I was close enough, I drove the sphere toward Kay, who blocked it with a hastily created shield of rock. The sphere hit the rock and exploded, the magic tearing it apart, and threw Kay back toward the far wall. He impacted with a crunch, bringing plaster down with him as he fell to the floor.
But Kay was nothing if not tenacious, and was soon back on his feet as I closed the distance between us. The glyphs on his arms vanished, replaced with ones of darkness, and a tendril of blood magic whipped up toward me, lacing across my chest despite my shield of air, causing me brief but unimaginable pain.
Kay used the opportunity to close the gap, and placed his hand on my chest. The blood magic caused my entire body to feel as if it were on fire. I staggered back, trying to put distance between us, but my body began to weaken. The use of magic had removed the concentration needed to keep the tranquilizer at bay.
I wobbled slightly, and dropped to one knee, using air magic to blast Kay back, hoping to give myself a moment of respite.
“The tranquilizer not quite gone yet, is it?” Kay bragged. “Soon, you’ll be weak, and then I’m going to tear you in half.”
I was down on both knees at this point, trying to concentrate so I could use my necromancy to slow the effects of the tranquilizer and heal my body, but I couldn’t do both in the midst of a battle. And I doubted Kay was going to give me a moment to myself.
He stepped toward me and kicked me in the sternum, knocking me to the floor, causing me to gasp in pain. The bone wasn’t broken, but there’s no pain quite like an impact on your sternum to make you regret your life choices up to that point. My regrets mostly consisted of not killing Kay a thousand times over.
Kay crouched beside me and placed a hand on my chest. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” His blood magic reactivated and pain tore through me once again as he moved his hand across my torso, settling over my broken ribs. His blood magic ensnared me, squeezing across my chest, and my vision began to darken. Kay was going to kill me. Kay .
Anger exploded inside of me as the idea of being killed by Kay caused a fury I had rarely felt before. Kay of all people was going to be my murderer. And that just would not stand.
I created a blade of air in my hand and struck out, aware that Kay was nearby, and hoping he wouldn’t see it until it was too late. His scream of pain and the sudden lessening of my own agony told me it had worked, and I watched him stagger back, blood soaking the inside of his trousers.
“I guess I got you,” I said with a painful laugh. I wasn’t certain I could get back to my feet; I wasn’t even certain I could feel my feet, but I looked around and discovered that I’d half-fallen into the ruined floor, one arm out of sight in the hole that had formed there.
I might not have been able to
Kay stood up. “I’m still going to kill you.”
I dove toward him, any pretense of a well-fought battle replaced with a need to tear his face off. I wrapped my arms around his chest and lifted him up off the ground, over my head, planting him headfirst into the floor behind me.
You can have access to all the magic in the world, but if you get picked up and violently dumped on your head and neck, you’re going to need a few seconds to no longer see double. And a few seconds was all I needed.
I turned and kicked Kay’s head, snapping it back with incredible force, but he rolled with a second blow and the floor beneath my feet tore apart, flying up toward me. I activated a shield of air magic, deflecting the barrage of wood and stone, but it gave Kay enough time to put some distance between us.
I followed him, creating a sphere of air, spinning it over and over until it was a blur. The second I was close enough, I drove the sphere toward Kay, who blocked it with a hastily created shield of rock. The sphere hit the rock and exploded, the magic tearing it apart, and threw Kay back toward the far wall. He impacted with a crunch, bringing plaster down with him as he fell to the floor.
But Kay was nothing if not tenacious, and was soon back on his feet as I closed the distance between us. The glyphs on his arms vanished, replaced with ones of darkness, and a tendril of blood magic whipped up toward me, lacing across my chest despite my shield of air, causing me brief but unimaginable pain.
Kay used the opportunity to close the gap, and placed his hand on my chest. The blood magic caused my entire body to feel as if it were on fire. I staggered back, trying to put distance between us, but my body began to weaken. The use of magic had removed the concentration needed to keep the tranquilizer at bay.
I wobbled slightly, and dropped to one knee, using air magic to blast Kay back, hoping to give myself a moment of respite.
“The tranquilizer not quite gone yet, is it?” Kay bragged. “Soon, you’ll be weak, and then I’m going to tear you in half.”
I was down on both knees at this point, trying to concentrate so I could use my necromancy to slow the effects of the tranquilizer and heal my body, but I couldn’t do both in the midst of a battle. And I doubted Kay was going to give me a moment to myself.
He stepped toward me and kicked me in the sternum, knocking me to the floor, causing me to gasp in pain. The bone wasn’t broken, but there’s no pain quite like an impact on your sternum to make you regret your life choices up to that point. My regrets mostly consisted of not killing Kay a thousand times over.
Kay crouched beside me and placed a hand on my chest. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” His blood magic reactivated and pain tore through me once again as he moved his hand across my torso, settling over my broken ribs. His blood magic ensnared me, squeezing across my chest, and my vision began to darken. Kay was going to kill me. Kay .
Anger exploded inside of me as the idea of being killed by Kay caused a fury I had rarely felt before. Kay of all people was going to be my murderer. And that just would not stand.
I created a blade of air in my hand and struck out, aware that Kay was nearby, and hoping he wouldn’t see it until it was too late. His scream of pain and the sudden lessening of my own agony told me it had worked, and I watched him stagger back, blood soaking the inside of his trousers.
“I guess I got you,” I said with a painful laugh. I wasn’t certain I could get back to my feet; I wasn’t even certain I could feel my feet, but I looked around and discovered that I’d half-fallen into the ruined floor, one arm out of sight in the hole that had formed there.
I might not have been able to
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