Chapter Fifty-Six
Jay rolled clear of the sword. It sliced through the tourniquet on his leg. He looked down. The entry wound in his thigh was finally healing and the tourniquet was due for removal.
‘Oh, thanks,’ he said.
The soldier with the sword advanced.
The train platform was covered in fiery debris and chunks of carriage. Behind the soldier, other soldiers pressed forward, swords and spears gleaming orange. Jay leaped onto the fallen carriage to avoid another swipe. Not one but two soldiers had clearly made it their mission to cleave Jay’s head from his shoulders. Both leaped onto the carriage, sword and spear cutting the air toward him.
Jay dropped into an empty window, past a row of seats. His stomach burned but it had come a long way toward healing while he’d been confined to
