"Karen Koehler - Slayer 02 - Dragon Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Koehler Karen)

stage and swinging at him with the tachi. Alek met the slayer stroke for stroke, their blades clashing like
cymbals and kicking up sparks that lit the darkness of the night like firebugs. When the battle of the
blades wasnтАЩt getting Samson anywhere, he changed tactics and tried to swipe at AlekтАЩs legs. Tried to
hack at them, really, which was poor form. One of AmadeusтАЩs first and most important lessons was to
never, ever, attack in anger. Anger was a Wild Emotion...and a liability in a fight. Alek sidestepped the
blade and kicked Samson in the face.

Samson flew off the carousel and crashed to the ground under a vast, sprawling elm several yards away.
He looked to be out cold.

Alek hesitated a moment, then stepped down off the stage and started stalking the slayer.

Samson suddenly came awake and tossed two more knives at him.

Alek avoided the one, knocked aside the other with his sword.

He was ten feet away.

Two more knives came flying at his face. Alek knocked those aside. тАЬBoring.тАЭ

Five feet.

Samson stood up, and gritting his savage white teeth, pulled his magnum loose, cocked it, aimed. Iron
bullets, Debra had said. Deadly venom. The only metal fatal to what he was. Fatal to all of his kind.

Well thatтАЩs not fair at all!Debra said.

No, not at all, Alek agreed as he felt his--their--blood boil. The first bullet whistled past his shoulder.
The secondpinked! off the blade of his sword. He kept making his way toward Samson.

Samson looked frightened. He squeezed off two more rounds. Alek slipped in-between the two bullets

Two bullets left.

Two feet left.

Samson made a valiant attempt to aim for AlekтАЩs head.

Alek bit down on the blade of his sword and leaped, easily clearing the last two bullets and gripping the
low-hanging branches of the oak overhead like an athleteтАЩs training bar. His legs came up automatically,
hooking around the biggest limb of the tree so his hands were free to handle the sword. And there he
hung, looking at a petrified and very upside down Samson like a great winged bat hanging from its perch.

тАЬPenalty,тАЭ Alek said in the last moment before he took SamsonтАЩs head.
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He wondered if he would make it home in time for Jay Leno. Considering all things, the thought seemed
somehow ridiculous, yet it was thinking like that that kept him sane throughout all the bloodshed.

Near Fifth Avenue Alek stopped to make certain none of SamsonтАЩs blood remained on any noticeable