"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Soaring. That bucket of bolts was actually in the air. Above them.

Blay spared a second to look up, just in case heтАЩd gotten shot in the head and his perception of reality was fucked. But noтАФthat piece-of-shit crop duster was up in the sky, making a fat turn and taking off in the direction that, if it could stay aloft, would eventually lead Qhuinn and Z to the BrotherhoodтАЩs compound.

If they were lucky.

Man, that flight path wasnтАЩt prettyтАФit was not an eagle going straight and true through the night sky. More like a barn swallow fresh out of the nestтАФwith a broken wing.

Back and forth. Back and forth, tipping from side to side.

To the point where it looked more like they had pulled off the impossible and gotten in the airтАжonly to quickly crash and burn over the forestтАж

From out of nowhere, something caught him in the side of the face, smacking him so hard he flopped over onto his back and nearly lost hold of his forties. A handтАФit had been a hand that had palmed his puss like a basketball.

And then a massive weight jumped on his chest, flattening him into the snowpack, making him exhale so hard, he wondered if he didnтАЩt need to look around for his liver.

тАЬWill you get your fucking head down?тАЭ Rhage hissed in his ear. тАЬYouтАЩre going to get shotтАФagain.тАЭ

As the lull in shooting stetched from seconds to a full minute, lessers emerged from the tree line up ahead, the quartet of slayers walking through the snow with their weapons drawn and poised.

тАЬDonтАЩt move,тАЭ Rhage whispered. тАЬTwo can play at this game.тАЭ

Blay did his best not to breathe as heavily as the burn in his lungs was telling him he needed to. Also tried not to sneeze as loose flakes tickled his nose on every inhale.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

John was about three feet away, and lying in a contorted position that made BlayтАЩs heart flickerтАФ

The guy subtly flashed a thumbs-up, like he was reading BlayтАЩs mind.

Thank. Fuck.

Blay shifted his eyes around without changing the awkward angle of his head, and then discreetly exchanged a gun for one of his daggers.

As an unhinged hum started to vibrate in his head, he calibrated the lessersтАЩ movements, their trajectories, their weapons. He was nearly out of bullets, and there wasnтАЩt time to reload from his ammo beltтАФand he knew that John and Rhage were in a similar situation.

The knives that V had hand-made for them all were their only recourse.

CloserтАжcloserтАж

When the four slayers were finally in range, his timing was perfect. And so were the othersтАЩ.

With a coordinated shift and surge, he leaped up and started stabbing at the two closest to him. John and Rhage attacked the othersтАФ

Almost immediately, more slayers came from the woods, but for some reason, probably because the Lessening Society wasnтАЩt arming inductees all that well, there were no bullets. The second round rushed across the snow with the kind of weapons youтАЩd expect to find in an alley fightтАФbaseball bats, crowbars, tire irons, chains.