Chapter 7So fast the blade blurred, reflecting the chaotic swirl of lights, Jack swung the knife in his right hand, using it like a short sword. The torch and the arm holding it both flew. Although the glowing coals landed in the dirt, the potential for more fire worried him. Swinging both blades like a deadly windmill, one dripping dark fluid, he ran to stamp it out.
He didn’t realize his own danger until the crack of the pistol caught his attention. Immediately he heard a grunt and then a rolling weight slammed against the back of his legs. Putting a lifetime of acrobatic moves to good use, he somersaulted without letting go of his blades and lit on his feet, facing back toward the squatty hoard. Doug took a second one down with another shot before Jack could put his knives back into pl
