He flapped furiously about, lifting her off the ground and gliding through the air.
Fuck.
Hayde ran out behind the higherling, a sword before him. Kinzer assumed one of the higherlings must have given it to him.
Kinzer blocked his oncoming attack.
But he knew he couldn’t stay there battling Hayde. Too many higherlings were crawling around, and soon, he would be joined by the others.
His sword scraped across Hayde’s as he withdrew it, whirled around, and dashed for an alley between two buildings across from the complex.
Hayde chased after him.
Kinzer turned into another alley between buildings just behind the ones he’d snuck behind.
As he raced along, he noticed a door that looked weak enough for him to break through. He hurled himself into it, and it busted open. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
It was pitch black inside what appeared to be some sort of abandoned apartment.
The door popped open and Hayde raced in, striking his sword before him.
Kinzer slashed at him, catching the back of his hand.
Hayde dropped his sword, and it clanged against the concrete floor.
It was no wonder Hayde preferred daggers. Swordplay obviously wasn’t his forte.
Kinzer rushed him, and Hayde spun around. He ripped off his shirt, and his wings stretched out as he slid out the door.
Kinzer abandoned his sword, leapt into the air, and snatched Hayde by his wing, dragging him back to the building and swinging him around so that Hayde’s head slammed against the brick wall.
“Oh, fuck.”
Hayde fell to the ground, his hand on his forehead.
Kinzer reached into his pocket, pulled out the syringe, and jammed it into Hayde’s neck.
“Goddammit!” Hayde cried.
He hopped off the ground, clearly trying to make a go at Kinzer, when he collapsed onto the pavement.
Kinzer wrapped his arms under Hayde’s, dragged him back through the doorway, and closed it so if one of those higherlings came scouting, he wouldn’t be able to find them.
