“Vera,” Treycore said. “What do you say you and your goons get the fuck out of here before I lose my shit?”
Vera smiled. “That's what I always loved about you, my Treycore. Gumption. You really think you can take on three members of the Raze?”
It was ambitious, but Treycore was confident. He’d taken on more than that during the war, but few were as skilled and trained as the Raze.
“Bring it.” He recognized the boldness of his statement. It was three immortals against an immortal, the foulest smelling mortal he’d ever encountered, and the fucking clipped. Not very promising.
Mika headed down the stairs, twirling his daggers at his side. Craetis, still nursing his bleeding neck, stomped around the couch.
Treycore held his sword out in front of him.
“Treycore!” Kinzer called out. “Look out!”
He knew what was up. Because he knew his Vera—a Teleporter who’d sneak up on an immortal like a snake in the grass.
He didn’t have time to react. She was at his side in a flash. Clasping her hands together, she rammed them across his face.
He tripped over a side table and fell back.
Before he hit the floor, Vera drove her heel at his face. He maneuvered his sword so her heel ricocheted off it. The momentum threw her at a nearby chair. Grabbing its back, she flipped over it. Treycore bounded at her, sword-first.
She landed on her heels and lifted the chair. Treycore’s sword drove through the seat, slicing it in two. One half collapsed to the floor. Vera tossed the other at his face.
***
Kinzer had forgotten what impressive fighters Treycore and Vera were. He could only imagine how they used to fuck.
Mika threw himself into their fight, juggling his daggers about. Treycore’s swordplay was fast…fast enough that it kept both of Mika’s daggers occupied.
Craetis was on his way to join in.
There was no way Treycore would be able to handle all three. Kinzer grabbed a lamp off a side table by the couch and smashed it into Craetis’s head. Maybe he couldn’t do any serious damage, but he could piss him off enough to distract him.
Craetis shook it off, grabbed Kinzer’s wrist, and hurled him across the room.
Kinzer slammed into the edge of a shelf.
Fuck!
It felt like his ribcage was about to burst open and spill his immortal intestines across the floor. Craetis continued on toward Treycore.
Didn’t fucking work like I planned, Kinzer thought, paralyzed on the floor.
Kid popped out of nowhere. He leapt on Craetis’s back and wrapped a belt around his neck.
“The fuck?” Craetis asked.
Craetis reached over his shoulder to get a grip on him, but Kid shifted about, evading his stubby fingers while tightening the belt around his neck.
Kid, what the fuck are you doing?
Craetis could easily rip him in two. Kid still didn’t understand how powerful immortals were, especially one like Craetis.
Vera appeared by the couch. She swooped down, her fingers slipping around the hilt of the sword Dedrus had given Kinzer.
She disappeared. Treycore was going to have to take care of himself. Right then, Kinzer’s only concern was Kid.
***
