He bent forward, and I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into my rising knee.
Teeth cracked.
I spun him and shoved him into the man behind him. They tangled.
I shot them both.
The fire caught them, the velvet chairs, and two others.
Smoke curled toward the ceiling.
The other men’s eyes widened at the realization I had fire.
Yeah. Pretty hard to fight that. Just run.
One came from my left.
Big.
Wide.
Built like a boulder.
He swung a fist the size of a cinder block.
I leaned back.
Felt the air move.
Grabbed his wrist and used his momentum to pull him past me.
Straight into Yuki—or Aki—who was already moving. His blade opened the man's stomach, and the twin spun away before the body hit the floor.
While I set fire on two more, another grabbed a twin from behind, locked his arm around his throat, and lifted him off the ground. His feet kicked. His blade fell from his hand.
His face was turning red.
Then purple.
"Aki!" Yuki screamed and launched himself across the box, drove his blade into the man's bicep.
The man howled and released the twin.
Aki dropped to the floor, gasping. He grabbed the fallen blade and slashed the back of the man's knees.
The man buckled.
Yuki finished him.
The remaining four came at once.
Two rushed the twins.
Two came for me.
I shot the first one in the chest. The fire caught the second before he could raise his weapon. Both went down screaming, flames spreading across the velvet floor beneath them.
The twins moved as one. Aki swept the first man's legs while Yuki drove his shoulder into the second's chest.
