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The Kiss Of Steel
The first thrust of the blade cut right through the plaster between my head and the rat, sending the little shitball squeaking and scurrying out of sight.
The blade drew out and scythed in again, an inch in front of Nathan’s face. The next, a whisker in front of mine.
I swallowed down a yelp, putting a hand to my mouth.
Shing! The blade sliced through one of the metal struts holding the ceiling in place. Clean through, like butter.
“Hey, give me a go,” one of the gang members said.
“No way. Get your own blade, b***h,” the guy with the sword said, thrusting the tip of the long, steel blade upwards between my legs.
Getting impatient, the guy stabbed in rapid fire movements, in a straight line between me and Nathan. We rolled our bodies away from each other to cre
