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.Daphne runs straight for him and then slides to the right and I manage to wound one of his flanks.The robot is dropped as he doubles over.Suárez hops on Salvatore Jr.'s back, pulling out a knife, pulling his victim's head back, ready to slit his throat when a shadow flies above us.The distraction is enough for Salvatore Jr.to turn the tables on Suárez, landing on top of him and setting a hand upon his temple that sends Suárez into a trance.Powell and Wyatt shoot bullets and arrows into the sky but miss whatever it is flying above us.Whatever it is, it's enveloped in blinding light.“Get them out of the mud!” The cry comes out of Suárez's lips.“Help me get them out!”Wyatt and Daphne try to approach him, but Salvatore's quick to push them away.Think, dammit.Think.Think of what you'd do if it were you controlling the nightmare, not him.Think of what would go down if you took control.“They can't be dead!!” Suárez's thrashing.I have to stop this somehow.Push!The sunlight flickers.Exactly like it did during the times I pushed against his fantasies.He's noticed, left Suárez contorting in pain, and is coming for me.Look up and the shadow's no more.It's Michelangelo.Set the naginata ready to hit the man with the purple mask who is coming for me, pushing away everyone who tries to get near.Use that brain of yours! Take the wheel!He pounces and I'm able to deflect him with a sweep of the wooden part of my spear, sending him skidding to the side.Daphne pounces on him, managing to bite one of his arms.Michelangelo's holding a giant sword while suspended in the air.“Watch out!” Wyatt cries as the angel propels himself towards Jake and Frances' robot's chest, sticking the blade through the metal.Powell shoots off half of one of the archangel's wings, but it doesn't stop his assault as he pulls the sword up with him, cutting a giant slit on the robot's body, upwards, to get to the glass.“He's going for Frances!” I shout at Wyatt in time to hear Daphne whine as she flies through the air and hits the ground some feet away.I break into a run and go for the grab.The moment my hands get a hold of Salvatore Jr.'s ankles, he screams so loud it creates a super strong seismic reaction that sends everyone falling.Not enough, however, for me to let go even if it means I'll burn my hands to the bone.He's screaming in pain.Everything starts to blur, everything starts to distort.He's trying to kick me off.Powell's on Michelangelo, trying to get him off the fallen robot while Frances is being held back by Jake in an attempt for her not to break the glass herself.Salvatore Jr.'s trying to roll to his chest, to crawl.I start making my way up his legs.See Daphne's up and trying to get to Michelangelo.UGH.It's happening to her too!“Stop her!” I shout at Wyatt, who hadn't noticed, and he goes for the purple-eyed werewolf.At least that takes some of Salvatore Jr.'s attention away from me and I've made it to his hips when he grabs my neck but can't apply any pressure.It baffles him.I look down and realize the burns on my hands aren't as bad as the ones I've inflicted on him.I'm trying to change this place to somewhere else.I want to change our location.The distortion gets worse, the dirt turning to asphalt, the mountain landscape turning into buildings.His hands are on my shoulders, keeping me at arm’s distance as I'm trying to touch his mask while concentrating on controlling our surroundings.He's scared.He's afraid.He's disappeared everyone else.A knee to my chest doesn't hurt as much as it did in our previous fights.It only pushes me away.The asphalt's turning to snow.“Where's everyone else?!”“I'm going to kill you.One by one.”Did I ask that aloud?Well, a knee to the balls does the trick and he can't help but pull away.I get on my feet, trying to conjure my companions into coming in, but he's not letting me.Convert my naginata into a sword and I'm so ready to be done with this.We're on a solitary shore that's frozen over.I raise my sword and close my eyes, falling on him with all my weight only to open my eyes and see he's gone and the sword got stuck in the snow that is now cracking like ice.“Fuck.” Scramble to my feet and see the crack growing bigger and bigger on all sides.The sword falls into the pit and all my instinct tells me is to run.Run and see the crack’s following, coming for me.Zigzag.Like they tell you to when someone's trying to shoot you.Feel someone come from the side, throw me off the crack's path.The long black hair and the purple mask framing the gentle eyes that say, “Your friends are safe.”“Let me have her!” And Michelangelo's casually walking to where we are, his wing healed, his body drenched in light, his sword secured in its sheath; he's a vision to behold.“Leave her to me, brother.”Yet again, I've lost control of this.“No.” Salvatore stands, shielding me.“Don't you dare [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]