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Back in don Caldwell, Tohr shed the cold and the aches and the exhaustion that guain: The scent of fresh lesser blood was like cocaine in his systeth to carry on

Behind hi in, and knew da luck trying to get hi that could do that

Besides, the more wiped out he was, the better shot he had at actually sleeping for an hour or two

As he rounded the corner of an alley, his shitkickers skidded to a halt In front of hihters, but the centerpieces were not Z and Phury, or V and Butch, or Blaylock and Rhage

That was a scythe in the left one&039;s hands A big-ass, sharply honed scythe

"Son of a bitch," Tohrblade had his feet planted on the pavely face sood meal Next to hi like the guy he&039;d once h Throe, son of Throe, had fallen in with a bad crowd

John and Qhuinn pulled up on either side of hilanced over "Tell hbor"

"Xcor"

"Was he born with that puss or did someone make it for him?"

"Who knows"

"Well, if that was supposed to be a nose job, he needs a new plastic surgeon"

Tohr looked over at John "Call thened

"I know you texted the brothers back at the house Tell theue, he cut off the conversation "You want there to be an all-out war here? You call the Brotherhood in, he calls his bastards in, and suddenly we&039;re balls to the ithout any strategy We&039;ll handle this by ourselves - I&039; serious, John I&039;ve dealt with these boys before You haven&039;t"

As John&039;s hard stare met his own, Tohr had the sense, as always, that they had been in these situations together far, far longer than just the past few otta trust me, son"

John&039;s response was tothe buttons

And at that moment, Xcor tweaked that there were visitors In spite of the nu "It&039;s the bloody Black Daggers - and just in time to save us You want us on our knees?"

The slayers spun around - bigwith a circling sweep, hitting two of them in the lower back That was his free shot As the pair fell to the ground, the others split into two ca for Tohr and his boys

Tohr let out a roar andforward and locking onto the first slayer that got in range He went for the head, grabbing on hard, before putting up his knee and cracking the fucker&039;s face open Then he wheeled the thing around and threw the loose body skullfirst into the side of a Du faded, Tohr faced off at the next in line He&039;d have preferred to have goneto dick around: At the far end of the alley, sevendown the front of a chain-link fence

He ripped out both daggers, set his boots in the pavey for the fresh arrivals Man say what you would about Xcor&039;s ethics, social skills, and GQ eligibility; thethat scythe around like it weighed less than a pound, and he had a knack for judging distance - lesser parts were flying all over the place, hands, a head, an arm The bastard was incredibly effective, and Throe wasn&039;t incoainst all odds, and the choice of any of them, Tohr and his crew fell into a rhythm with the bastards: Xcor drove the first round into the waiting blades at the head of the alley, while his lieutenant held the second wave in place so no one got blocked in After Tohr, John, and Qhuinn picked the tide off, one by one the other slayers were sent to the slaughter - freshly wounded

Whereas there had been showboating in the beginning, now this ork Xcor wasn&039;t doing any flashyaround; John and Qhuinn were in the zone

And Tohr was knee-deep in revenge

These were nothing but new recruits - so it wasn&039;t like the slayers were offering much in the way of skills The sheer numbers, however, were such that the tide could turn -

A third squadron popped over the fence

As they landed one after the other on the payeance talking Fuck the shit with avoiding a BDB vs Band of Bastards shon; he&039;d wanted to save the kills for himself The result? He&039;d put John&039;s and Qhuinn&039;s lives in danger Xcor and Throe - they could die tonight, tomorrow, a year from nohatever And as for hie in a thousand different ways

But his boys? They orth saving John was so ahead of him

It wasn&039;t fair for his death wish to put theraves

Xcor, son of an unknown sire, had his lover in his hands His scythe was the only feainst what started as seven of the enerew to fourteen, and then swelled to twenty-one, she repaid his loyalty with a perforether, she was an extension of not just his arms, but his body, his eyes, his brain He was not a soldier with a weapon; united, they were a beast with hty jaws And as they worked, he knew this hat he had missed This hy he had come across the ocean unto the New World: to find a new life in a new land where there was still plenty of the old, worthy enemy

Upon his arrival, however, his aoal And it meant the other vampires in this alley were in his way

At the opposite end of the alley, Tohr As much as Xcor hated to ad black daggers catching the a positions fast as a heartbeat, that balance and execution - sheer perfection

If he had been one of Xcor&039;s ht well have had to be killed so that Xcor could retain his prime position: It was a basic tenent of leadership that one elie to one&039;s position although it wasn&039;t as if his band were incompetents - after all, one had to eliht his had proven not to be lies

There would never be a place for the likes of Tohrment in his band of bastards, however: that Brother and his ilk would not slum themselves for a shared meal, h one cohesed briefly, this night As the fight progressed, he and Throe fell into a cooperation with the Brothers, funneling lessers in se, whereupon they were dispatched to the Oa by the other three