Fuuuuuuuuck!" He pulled back in agony, his hands seared by the still glowing-hot screw. The knife slipped from his scorched fingers.
Sparr was ready. As the youth stumbled back screaming, Sparr launched himself forward. He slammed into the man, snatched up the dropped knife, and scrambled away.
"Bastard!" Nesee shrieked. She lunged at Sparr, her hand a dizzying blur of slashes.
Sparr fell back, barely able to defend himself. His longer reach gave him an edge, but the blonde's lightning speed more than compensated for it. Only by yielding a bit of ground with each attack could Sparr avoid the wicked blade. Relentlessly she drove him back, first to the outer wall of the building, then along it. The shopkeeper, pipe in hand, flanked the duo. The man grinned. Once the blonde drove Sparr to
