Chapter Thirty-Seven
Teeth clenched, I fly in a pose Superman would be proud of, my fists outstretched.
Before I get to the debris, Tartarus leaps to his feet and swipes at me with the gate sword.
Moving fast, I dodge the attack and uppercut him in the jaw.
He flies up seven feet, then crash-lands into an Evel Knievel pinball machine, glass shards exploding everywhere.
I rush to snatch his sword as he jumps back to his feet.
Seeing my intent, he swings the weapon in a wide arc, and the plasma blade whooshes an inch away from my neck.
I swipe at his legs.
He jumps and thrusts at me with the sword.
I side-step it, then clutch the wrist of his sword-wielding arm in an iron grip.
He hits me in the face with his other fist.
I see stars but manage to stay on my feet, my split lip heal
