"Masquerade Cycle - 02 - Nemesis" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

knobkerriesЧbut luckily no bows. He slung the blanket-
wrapped body over his shoulder. Elves filed onto the bridge.

"There he is!"

"What is it? A demon?"

"No demonЧsee, it bleeds!"

That brought forth calls for more of the agent's blood.
He calmly positioned himself on the bridge and raised his
captured spear. A thrown mace hurtled past him. He faced
his nearest pursuers and bared his teeth in a snarl.
Torchlight gleamed off his steel fangs. A refinement, his
masters called it, pulling his natural teeth and giving him
these metal spikes. Now the angry elves hesitated,
transfixed by the weird apparition between them.

The spear was useless, so he flung it at his pursuers. He
grabbed one of the bridge's supporting vines and clamped
down on it with his metal teeth. The cable parted with a
crack. The left side of the bridge sagged. Elves began to
scramble back to the platforms. The agent turned and just
as efficiently bit through another cable.

The broken bridge fell. He'd judged his place perfectly.
His portion of the bridge was just long enough to drag the
surface of the water and stop before slamming into a tree
trunk.

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Paul B.Thompson

Clasping his burden, the agent plunged into the murky
water. His shroud and body paint took on the deep color of
night, and he was soon lost in darkness.

He knew it wasn't over. The elves were master hunters
and trackers. By daylight they would be after him in force,
and his escape portal was far enough away that day would
be well underway by the time he reached it.

Failure is not an option. You will complete your mission
whatever the cost.

Clasping the dead girl's waist, he swam faster.