Page 103 of Amethyst and Iron
In the chaos, vampires trying to get to their feet, magic-wielders calling their power, others failing to from the shock of it, he didn’t miss a beat, bursting around and swiping his talons through the throats of ten magic-wielders rapid-fire without even breaking his barely-perceptible stride.
With a cumulative effect, it was possible that the magic-wielders could slow him down, so he was taking out the chief threat first—those who had abilities he didn’t.
He didn’t stop with the ten, bursting toward another cluster of them and snapping neck after neck—in front of some, behind others—as he wove in and out with insane accuracy and finesse. It culminated with him grabbing the last remaining two and crushing their skulls in either hand, bones cracking, blood and a whole lot of other fluids spurting out.
“Take him!” Lucas roared, shaking with it.
He threw his ball of sunlight.
My dad jerked to the side and it slammed into a cluster of twenty vampires, exploding over them and covering them all, blinding sunlight burning into them—literally. They shrieked as it destroyed them from the outside in within seconds due to the concentrated nature of it. It couldn’t be escaped, even as some rolled on the ground, trying to snuff it out, to get it off them.
It was already done.
They all burst into flames in moments.
And then they were just ash.
Lucas cursed, but didn’t give his own people a second glance, clearly upset not at the loss of them, but that he’d missed hitting Remnant.
Remnant burst toward him and smashed his hand into his chest, blowing him back against a concrete wall. He hit with a violent thud which knocked him out, then he scraped down the wall onto the ground.
The remaining soldiers—all vampires now—moved in, encircling Remnant.
Before the circle was complete, he burst through the gap, then whipped around the outside, slicing necks, staking others, around and around.
He moved so fast and continuously this time that it created a cyclone effect, and I choked as I watched vampires begin being pulled into it, into the actual fucking air, helpless as they were forced around and around. Dust and debris picked up too, all becoming a part of it.
As more were caught up, Remnant slashed through throats, ripped out hearts, and rapid-fire staked.
Over and over.
When he suddenly burst from the cyclone, I staggered back on the silo as I saw all the bodies drop to the ground—two thirds of the army. Dead.
Blood. Severed limbs. Rolling heads. All around him, littering the ground.
There were about forty left.
They turned and ran.
Remnant shot after them, taking them out in pairs, in threes, some solo, until they also joined the dead.
There was no time for processing as I caught sight of movement through the shadows.
The reinforcements.
Not moments later, they dropped down from the destroyed roof with the assistance of the dozen magic-wielders with them, levitating them. Guess they couldn’t handle that drop like my dad could so well.
The seventy-two of them formed a four-line deep wall opposite Remnant.
I burst from the silo in the next second, using my vamp speed to rip down the side of it without having to worry about a long plunge down that would slow me. Then I tore across the distance to the building, right through the entrance with the ripped off door, then cut across the edge of the battlefield on my dad’s side, until I stood to his right.
I watched as a couple of the vampires helped up Lucas who had woken up.
He shrugged them off, then staggered over to the army, keeping behind the fourth line, his magic glowing as he swept a palm over himself, healing the damage he’d sustained like I’d seen Sylas do before. Actually, as I’d seen many magic-wielders do before. But of course Sylas came to mind the most where that was concerned with all his vigilante battles. Glorious, incredible heartthrob.
I caught myself. In the middle of this? I was thinking that in the middle of this high-pressure, high stakes situation?
Oh, right.I really was just calling on the vampire all the way and it was activating a deep lust in me that I usually checked with the wolf. Not this time. It was intense as fuck.
