DIRE : BORN (The Dire Saga Book 1) by Andrew Seiple

Author:Andrew Seiple [Seiple, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

BALLISTA

INDEPENDENT HERO

POWERS: UNKNOWN – KINETIC RELATED.

“You can surrender now if you like. Save yourself a beating,” he rumbled.

“WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS WITH DIRE AND WHY ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A FIGHT?”

“Name's Ballista. And I know that armor, even if you tried to hide it. You're the one who killed Scrapper.”

Oh shit.

“THAT WASN'T HER. THE BLACK BLOODS—”

“Three goddamn weeks, tracking him down. Three goddamn weeks, trying to find out where they'd hid him, what they did to him. And then, just as I get a solid lead, you go in and kill him. Steal his armor. Go on a rampage.” He gestured at the burning house behind me.

“THIS IS ACTUALLY THE RESULT OF DIRE DEFENDING HERSELF—”

“Dire, huh? Typical of your sort, but I guess most of the good names are taken.” He shifted his feet, spread his arms. “Doesn't matter, you can tell your lies to the MRB. You'll have plenty of time for that when you're sitting in one of their cells.”

I scowled. “YOU CHOSE THIS FIGHT.”

I kicked on the gravitics and jetted upwards. And he leaped after me, moving faster than I expected from someone that large. I tried to twist aside, but he caught me by the calf and threw me towards the ground. I slammed into it, rattling around in the armor like a peanut in a shell, crying out in pain. My left knee was on fire, and I fought to stay conscious. He'd wrenched the leg or worse, and I didn't have time to think. I rolled to the side and a good thing I did as he threw the spear at me.

CHONK!

My way was blocked. I twitched the flight controls, levered myself up without putting pressure on my wounded leg, and stared at the spear that he'd sunk into the pavement just ahead of me. The spear had been at least six feet long in his hands. Now only two feet of its shaft was sticking out of the ground.

I wasn't sure my forcefield could stop something on that scale. Not without giving me second-degree burns, or worse. Given the already accumulated heat... yeah, I had to leave it off for now, or bad things would happen. Better to lose an arm or a leg than to roast all of me.

He hit the ground, just as I finished getting upright. My leg throbbed in rhythmic pain, sharper than the ring of bruises where Scrapper had manhandled my arm. I couldn't run, and the flight system was too slow with him at this close a range. And if he caught me with one of those spears, then I'd be done.

I hovered low to the ground, lined up a shot with the coilgun, and he charged me. I dodged to the side and he skidded to a stop, sending up a spray of snow. He reached out for my arm, and I twisted, and put my fist into his jaw. As I did so, I met a strange resistance. For a split-second my hand slowed, and it hit him with a lot less force than I'd intended.

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