The bull seemed to decide I was a better target, because it followed me when I veered. Whichever way I went, it galloped after me, heaving and snorting.
As if I didn't have enough trouble to deal with, Irina fired more shots in my direction. A nearby runner cried out and dropped, head bouncing off the cobblestones.
Dashing through the mayhem, I caught up with another bull up ahead. Clapping my hands on its haunches, I vaulted up onto its back and held tight, waiting for impact.
Seconds later, the first bull rammed the second full force from behind. My mount stumbled around and went down hard; I barely sprang off in time to avoid being crushed.
I still made a bad landing, though, twisting my ankle when I hit. Forcing back the flash of pain, I staggered into the crowd on the sidewal
