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"It won’t get here in tiency, "Just go, Aht by your side"

"If you fight byback, he slammed the driver’s side door and tossed the forest to the south a dark look "No more time Go!"

Before Ami could launch another protest, he drew his swords, leapt over the ditch and blurred as he sped toward the far side of the clearing

Ami thrust the car door open with a rowled in response, already a hundred or more yards away

The trees in front of him exploded outward Branches, leaves, and particles of wood flew like sawdust in every direction as dark figures with glowing eyes lunged toward their target

So many!

Panic struck Aht Neither of them would survive this

At best, they would take as many vampires with the low, hurried to the trunk to delve into the weapons cache stored within Out of sight of the ed it on like a shoulder holster, shifting it until the two sheathed katanas it supported settled against the center of her back

An i

Far less fierce battle cries answered Marcus’s war cry as the clang and shriek ofmetal erupted

As soundlessly as she could, Ami replaced the 9mm’s in her holsters with Glock 18 automatics outfitted with 31-round clips Neither bore silencers The nearest hoh away that the distance should turn the roar of gunfire into pops that could beoff fireworks Or so she hoped

Howls and cries of pain pierced her ears as she withdrew Darnell’s invention: a board an inch thick, four inches wide, and perhaps two feet long, with six full 31-round clips attached to it by Velcro at their bases

Foliage, wood chips, and broken branches burst fro, Ami crouched down by the back bumper A loud thunk sounded as the car shook With eyes so wide they burned, Ami stared at the broken branch that had impaled the side of the car

Athe shattered Hayabusa as they headed for Marcus

With no tiround, perpendicular to the burabbed a second fro revealed Marcus, once more in constantoff attacks fro around hiht va like Christ by the wooden strip of 31 -round clips, Ami used the car as a shield and drew her Glocks Her left hand curled around the grip of one cool weapon She set the other on the ground in front of her, retrieved her cell phone, and, hand shaking, speed-dialed Chris Reordon

"Reordon," he barked

Several of the blurred figures circling Marcus stopped and spun in her direction

"Oh crap" Dropping the phone, Arabbed its tith her right

She had no time to aim with any precision All she could do was spray the dark, indistinct forround between the like an ocean wave Each time a bullet struck home, the va into focus, eyes flashing cobalt, aqua, green, or silver as he clutched the wound and bleated in pain or growled in fury, fangs bared Unless she lucked out and hit a rouped and surged forward

Far too quickly, the Glock in her left hand e the other, she leaned forward and pressed her knee onto the one-by-four to stabilize it A flick of her thurip down onto a full one, ripped the clip from the board and used her boot heel to rack the slide and advance the first bullet into the cha with the left and she repeated the process, never ceasing the spray of bullets

Bodies began to pile up In the distance, a circle of corpses for, the stench rising on the brisk breeze, littered the field that separated her from him like jellyfish washed up on a beach

Vampires didn’t heal as swiftly as ih hits, they would either bleed out or be incapacitated enough to no longer pose a threat As the nuan to rise that they ht survive this after all

Then runted as ahis kidney It wasn’t the first wound he had received Over a dozen otherswith the blood of his eney diminished with each new injury as the blood loss curtailed the healing of his wounds

As an iht, but only as long as he remained in top or near-top condition

Crimson liquid spurted in his face as he rid one of the vampires of his head and another of his left arm, all in one stroke