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There was just enough dawn light to pick them out, a baleful radiance from the window with the ironwork of the balcony beyond it. The panthers were like buzzsaws in a woodcutter’s shop. I wanted to cover my ears but something stopped me when I tried to raise my hands. They were on the floor, a whirling mass. One was emerald green, the other darker with a steel claw. The dark one was lashing at the green one as I faded back into comforting blackness and out again.
The fight shifted to the window. Furniture was breaking, flying around the room. Too weak to stand, it was all I could do to try to make sense of it. They were on the balcony now, tearing fur out of each other, panting and lunging and falling. It had to be falling because they vanished as suddenly as they had arrived. Just go
