Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #20 November 2015 | Page 86

Margo, in her Vuur form, blocked hit after
hit. This guy was not going all out. He measured
every hit, and only used his telekinesis to enhance his
strength when he saw an opening. In five minutes she
was wobbling. She got up on bended knee. I have a
broken rib. She crossed her daggers above her head
and blocked a hit. If I weren’t wearing these boots, my
leg would be snapped in half. She slashed his arm. He
swirled around and punched her in the stomach. He’s
fast. I can’t find an opening.

and was a bit wobbly. She could feel that the bone in
her left leg was snapped in half, only supported by the
spell woven in her boots.

Lucas was in his Vuur form, running into the
force field again and again. The field bounced him
back. He managed to land on his feet. His jacket was
smouldering, singed from the energy the force field
emanated. The burn on his shoulder was blistering, but
he didn’t care.
“Lucas, that won’t help!” Patrick yelled at
him. Jake sat on the floor, chalk in hand, drawing rune
after rune and reciting every dispel he knew. Come on,
come on, WORK! He had never seen anything like this
before. There are shields used to section someone off
from help, but they usually have a loophole, a way to
remove them. Patrick was kneeling next to Jake, also
casting what spells he could think of. There was no
way he would let someone kill the woman who helped
bring him back from the dead.
“What can I do?” Lucas was panicking. He
wanted to crash in there and do anything he could,
even if that involved just grabbing the bastard by the
horns and hanging on like dead weight.
Zetal grabbed Margo by the neck, and
slammed her down against the concrete floor. She
stabbed him in the foot then telekinetically flipped
to stand on her feet and roundhouse kick him in the
head. Zetal dropped on his knees, and reached toward
her hands. Margo anticipated that move and retracted
her daggers, turned them around, so that when he
grabbed her, the blades sank in his palms, and his
fingers wrapped around the handles. Zetal could feel
the blades extending directly into his arms, cutting
through muscle and bone. The handles started burning
his fingers. Well, that’s progress, Margo thought as
she straightened up. She had a gash on her forehead,

Zetal grinned. It was less psychotic and more
like a warlord that had trapped his opponent’s entire
army in an inescapable ravine. “This?” he spread his
fingers and switched his grip, grabbing each handle
with the opposite hand, then pulled them out. “This is
nothing.” He used his telekinesis to toss the daggers
toward the ground. They sank hilt-deep into the
concrete.
Zetal had her right where he wanted her. He
knew that pain alone wouldn’t kill her. His hits had
been slowly incapacitating her, breaking parts of her
body she needed, and she was unable to do the same
to him. He could see his goal right in front of him.
He would be remembered as the one who stopped an
abomination, and lived through it.
Margo failed to pull out the daggers with her
telekinesis. Crap. When he lunged at her, she moved
instinctively. She couldn’t throw fireballs in a space
this small.
***
The band was hiding behind the stage, right in
front of a back door. Lindsey, the singer, was staring
at the fight, while her bandmates were busy sneaking
what instruments they could carry back to their van.
“Sorry Mike, you’re gonna need new drums,”
Lenny whispered to the pink-haired drummer, heaving
an amplifier. Mike was collecting the little things they
had left around, observing Lindsey out of the corner of
his eye.
them.

“Leave them, we need to go,” Liam prompted

The three guys started to walk towards the van,
but the girl didn’t move.
“Sis, come on.” Mike tapped her on the
shoulder.

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