Lupus Dei: A St. Tommy NYPD Short Story (St. Tommy N.Y.P.D.) by Declan Finn

Author:Declan Finn [Finn, Declan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tuscany Bay Books
Published: 2022-05-24T07:00:00+00:00

The next pack of three converged on the site of all the excitement. The explosions and screams were a good giveaway of where the party was happening. They came in a triangular formation. The archer and the bone wielder followed hot on the heels of the witch with the knife. Instead of a Bowie, this one held a Kukri.

Great. I hope there isn’t a Gurkha under all that ugly.

They swept into the clearing, and the first thing they found was the crater. They swept through it and found the tall grass where I hid, and where I engaged with the one with the Bowie. The two points led straight to where I fought the shooters.

The only thing that was there were the body parts of the archer, and a blood trail of the two dragged bodies.

The witches followed the dragged blood trail. Kukri led the way, the other two keeping a close eye on all three hundred sixty degrees around them. They were very thorough. Had I tried to approach them from the ground, I would have been a pincushion (again) or blown to pieces.

The witches found their sisters in blood. The bodies were at the base of a tree.

Two of them made the fatal mistake of charging directly for the corpses. They hadn’t considered that the bodies had been dragged in order to leave a conspicuous blood trail (especially when I could have carried them). They hadn’t considered that there had been no attempt made to hide the bodies. But why should they think of that? Why even look up? There was only one tree within swinging distance, and that one tree wasn’t climbable.

It was a good thing that I could levitate. I found a sturdy branch and just sat there. I was happy to risk the inevitable splinters in bad places.

When the archer and the stabber rushed to the bodies, I dropped from the tree. It was a straight drop down on top of them both. For the archer, I dropped my left elbow down into the shoulder with a snap. For the other one. I drove the stolen Bowie knife behind the clavicle, hooking the collar bone with the blade. I yanked her forward, then drove my fist into her nose, smashing it.

The witch with the chicken bone shrieked and pointed it at me. I pulled the witch I had hooked in front of me as a shield. Instead of exploding her into meat chunks, the base of the tree behind me exploded. Splinters ripped through my back like fire.

The creak of the tree behind me signaled that I should move. I leapt out of the way before the tree fell on me. The women I landed on didn’t fair as well.

I rolled over on my back and suppressed a scream. The witch turned the bone my way and I instinctively threw the Bowie knife at her.

For the record, a Bowie knife a terrible weapon for throwing. It’s blade heavy, making it unbalanced for throwing. The shape is all out of whack for that sort of attack.

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