Totally unfazed, James pounced fast and hard on the Hunter he held on the floor, ripping one of his blades across the suckhead's throat. It roared and sputtered under the swift poison of the dagger's titanium edge, oozing gore as its body began a rapid meltdown. It's magic fading.
"Your turn," James told the other one as it attempted to scramble out of the way.
The hunter threw its arm out, swiping at James with its blade. His magic buzzed on his sword, but it was a careless move, even for a hunter. When it had the chance to come at him, it hesitated, started itching to the side, drawing things out. Distracting him, James realized in the next instant when he heard the sudden crash of breaking glass coming from Grace's apartment.
"Son of a b***h," he growled as the woman's scream shot th
