Sample - Crooked Kingdom, Multiple Characters
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Kazoos. Kane whipped out in two, slashing arcs, shattering the bones and seager's arms. Instead of engaging bastion, he slipped behind him uncannily fast despite his bad leg. Before bastian could turn Kaz jabbed his cane into the soft space between bastions thigh and his knee. He crumpled with a strangled cry. Another of Haskell's lackeys was already rushing to meet him. A bruiser called teapot for the way he whistled through his nose when he breathed A blow from teapots bat glanced off Kaz shoulder as he bobbed left, he swung his cane and struck the bruiser directly in the jaw with the full weight of the crows Head. Inez, saw what had to be teeth fly from teapots mouth. Kaz still had the high ground, but he was outnumbered and now they came in waves, Varian and swan rushed the third floor landing. Red Felix on their heels, milo, and Gorka hovering close behind. Inez clamped her lips together as Kaz took a hit to his bad leg, faltered, barely righted himself in time to dodge a blow from variants chain, it smashed into the banister, inches from ca's head, sending splinters of wood flying, Kaz grabbed the chain and used variants momentum to send him hurtling over the broken banister. The crowd surged backward as he struck the entry floor, swan, and red Felix came at Kaz from both sides. Read Felix grabbed cassie's coat, yanking him backward has slipped free like a magician escaping. A straitjacket in a show on east stave, swan swung his spiked ax handle wildly, and Kaz slammed the head of his cane into the side of swans face. Even from a distance. I saw his cheekbone collapse in a bloody crater. Read Felix pulled a sap from his pocket and batted hard at cassie's right hand. The blow was sloppy, but cassie's cane clattered to the floor, rolling down the stairs. Beetle lean is a ferret, and with the face of 12 scampered up the steps and seized it, tossing it to pair Haskell as his cronies gave a cheer. Kaz planted his hands on either side of the banister and jammed his boots into red Felix's chest, sending him tumbling backward down the stairs. Kazoos, Kane was gone. He spread his gloved hands wide again in his thought of a magician, nothing up my sleeves. Three more drags leaped past red Felix and converged on him. Milo. Gorka reedy beetle with his odd little face and oily hair in edge, dared to blink, and milo had Kaz against the wall, raining blows against his ribs and face, Kaz wrenched back his head and butted his forehead into milo's with a sickening crunch. Milo took a woozy step and Kaz pressed the advantage, but there were too many of them and Kaz was fighting with his fists alone, now, blood pouring down one side of his face, lip, split left eye swelling, shut his movements. We're slowing. Gorka hooked an arm around Kaz throat. Kaz drove an elbow into Gorka stomach and broke free. He lurched forward and beetle grabbed his shoulder, slamming his cudgel into casa's gut, casas doubled over, spitting blood. Gorka struck the side of ca's head with a thick loop of chain inner saw kat's eyes roll up in his head, he swayed and then he was on the ground, the crowd and the entry roared, image was moving before she thought of it. She couldn't just watch him die. She wouldn't. They had him down now. Heavy boots, kicking and stomping at his body, her knives were in her hands, she'd kill them all. She'd piled the bodies to the rafters for the stopwatch to find. But in that moment, through the wide slats in the banister landing, she saw his eyes were open, his gaze found hers. He'd known she was there all along. Of course he had, he always knew how to find her. He gave the barest shake of his bloodied head. She wanted to scream to **** with your pride, with the dregs! With this whole wretched city, Kaz tried to rise, Beetle kicked him back down. They were laughing now. Gorka raised his leg balancing his big boot above casas skull, playing to the crowd. Inez saw Pim turn away, Annika and keyed were bellowing for someone to stop them. Gorka brought his foot down and screamed. A high pitched bobbling squeal. Kaz was holding Dorcas boot and Dorcas foot was wrenched to the side at an ugly angle, He hopped on one leg trying to keep his balance. That's strange. Shrill whale bleeding from his mouth in time with his hops milo, and beetle kicked Kaz hard in the ribs, but Kaz didn't flinch with a strength in edge, couldn't fathom ca's jammed, Dorcas leg upward. The big man shrieked as his knee popped free of its socket. He toppled sideways, blubbering my leg. My leg, I recommend a cane casas said. But all I could see was the knife in Milo's hands, long and gleaming. It looked like the cleanest thing about him. Don't kill him, you podge Haskell bellowed, no doubt still thinking of the reward. But Milo was apparently beyond listening. He raised the knife and plunged it directly at cassie's chest. At the last second Kaz rolled the knife sank into the floorboards with a loud thunk. Milo grabbed the knife to pry it free, but Kaz was already moving and then I saw he had two rusty nails tucked between his fingers like claws. He'd somehow plucked them from one of the ax handles. He shot upward and jabbed the nails into milo's throat, embedding them in his windpipe. Milo made a faint choked whistle before he fell. Kaz used the banister to haul himself to his feet. Beetle held his hands up as if forgetting he was still in possession of a cudgel, and Kaz was unarmed Kaz grabbed a fistful of Beatles hair yanked back his head and cracked it against the banister. The sound like a gunshot. The recoil sharp enough that Beatles head bounced off the wood like a rubber ball. He slumped in a ferret. The little pile, Kaz wiped a sleeve across his face, smearing blood over his nose and forehead and spat. He adjusted his gloves, looked down at Pear Haskell from the second story landing and smiled. His teeth were red and wet. The crowd was far larger than when the fight had begun. He rolled his shoulders. Who's next?