"Karen Koehler - Slayer--Black Miracles" - читать интересную книгу автора (Koehler Karen)

against his cheeks, his coat closing about the rest of him like a pair of settling wings. He drew the sword
back into its ready position. тАЬI am.тАЭ

Samson stared angrily at AlekтАЩs show of casual disregard for his skill. Angry and confused. He was a
fear-eater, as Alek had suspected. A bully. If his victim was not intimidated by his outward appearance
then he had no advantage in the fight. Samson showed his teeth and cut the air menacingly in front of him
as he reassured his grip on the tachi. Pretty Kung Fu movie display there.

Alek rested the hilt of the katana on his thigh.

тАЬYou think youтАЩre so tough,тАЭ Samson growled.

тАЬTough enough. Go home, whelp, and learn your craft first.тАЭ

YouтАЩre so clever, Debra said.

He smirked. She knew what affect it would have on Samson as much as he did.

Samson roared and sprang at Alek, his tachi fully extended and ready to take AlekтАЩs head.

Alek rolled up onto the stage again, his sentient coat snagging SamsonтАЩs legs and jerking them out from
under him so the bigger man tripped to the muddy ground in a rolling, clattering bundle of leather and
steel. Samson slammed into the side of the carousel, his bulk rattling the structure to its foundations. He
was raging when he realized how he had been tricked but recovered faster than Alek anticipated.

By the time Alek had found his footing on the carousel, Samson was up and leaping to the top of the
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.