Tesla: A Teen Steampunk/Cyberpunk Adventure (Tesla Evolution Book 1)

Author:Lingane, Mark [Lingane, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Insync Holdings
Published: 2013-12-29T16:00:00+00:00

23

TIME WOUND ON.

A staff hit her in the stomach and she tumbled backward, falling over in the mud. With a determined look on her face she got up and attacked …

She parried the staff, twisted it around and struck back. Bernheart parried and swung the other end of the staff around, knocking Melanie’s out of her hands. The staff hit her in the stomach and she tumbled backward, falling over in the mud.

With a determined look on her face she got up, retrieved the staff and attacked …

She parried the staff, twisted it around and struck back. The two attackers reeled backward under the onslaught. One stumbled and fell; the other had his staff knocked out of his hands. She brought the end of her staff around, which was intercepted by a sword. The staff broke in two. The attacker hit her in the stomach and she tumbled backward, falling over in the mud.

Bernheart wandered over, lifted her out of the mud and handed her a sword …

He and Thrown were watching her fight against the new set of attackers. One was already on the ground, unconscious. Months had rolled by and she had never missed one day.

“She’s pretty good,” said Bernheart. “She can’t do the brute-force stuff, obviously, but look at her go. She’s a dancing, twirling death machine.”

Melanie had both her blades out. Two men were attacking her from opposing sides. She was twirling between them while simultaneously parrying their blows. She brought both swords around and caught the sword of one of the men. She twisted and speared it into the ground.

She kicked the other man, making him stagger away. She raised both swords, threw one of her own blades into the ground and leveled her remaining one at the throat of the closer man. She stretched out her other arm, releasing a catch and delivering a small pistol down her sleeve into her palm. She aimed it at the second man and pulled the trigger. It clicked harmlessly.

“How many weapons has she actually got on her?” Bernheart asked.

“Nine. Including her mouth, ten,” Thrown replied. He applauded her as the two conscious attacking men scuttled away. “Good session, fatso. Now finish it off with a quick fifty chin-ups.”

She ran and leapt up to the bar, flying though the repetitions. After the fifty, she dropped to the ground and waved at Thrown to have his go.

He smiled at her. “Not today. I forfeit.”

“Are you saying I’m not fat?”

“From now on, I believe it would take a braver man than I. But your weapons training is still crap. You need to focus more.”

“My weapons training is brilliant.”

“Really?” He was standing in front of her with his hands in his pockets, almost daring her, certainly tempting her.

She brought both swords around in a blindingly fast flurry, only to find he was no longer standing where she was expecting him to be. She lost her balance and tripped, falling forward. She spun on her heel to recover then crouched and went in low.

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