She spread her legs, shifted her grip on the tire iron, on the stake. “Don’t you want to come out and play?” she called out. “I can smell you out there. These three didn’t give me much action, and I’m revved.”
The scent began to fade. In moments, the air was clear again. She watched, and waited, then with a shrug hooked the stake into the sheath on her belt. When she finished changing the tire, she glanced up at the sky.
Clouds had rolled over the moon, and in the west thunder grumbled. “Storm’s coming,” she murmured.
In the training room, Hoyt landed hard on his back. He felt every bone in his body rattle. Larkin pounced, then brought the blunted stake down to tap Hoyt’s heart.
“I’ve killed you six times already tonight. You’re off your game.” He cursed lightly when he felt the blade at his throat.
Moira eased it back, then leaned over him to give him an upside down smile. “He’d be dust, that’s certain, but you’d be bleeding all over what’s left.”
“Well, if you’re going to come at a man from behind—”
“They will,” Cian reminded him, giving Moira one of his rare nods of approval. “And more than one. You make your kill, you move on. Quick, fast and in a bloody hurry.”
He vised his hands on Moira’s head, feigned giving it a twist. “Now the three of you are dead because you spend too much time talking. You need to handle multiple opponents, whether it’s sword, stake or bare hands.”
Hoyt stood, shook himself off. “Why don’t you demonstrate for us?”
Cian lifted his brows at the irritable challenge. “All right then. All of you, on me. I’ll try not to hurt you more than is necessary.”
“Bragging. That would be talking, wouldn’t it?” Larkin crouched into a fighting stance.
“It would be, in this case, stating the obvious.” He picked up the blunted stake, tossed it to Moira. “What you want to do here is anticipate each other’s moves, as well as mine. Then…So you decided to join the party.”
“I’ve been working on something. Making progress.” Glenna touched the hilt of the dagger she’d strapped to her waist. “I needed to step away from it awhile. What’s the drill here?”
“We’re going to kick Cian’s arse,” Larkin told her.
“Oh. I’ll play. Weapons?”
“Your choice.” Cian nodded toward the dagger. “You seem to have yours.”
“No, not for this.” She moved over, selected another blunted stake. “Rules?”
In answer, Cian shot over, flipped Larkin and sent him tumbling to a pad. “Win. That’s the only rule.”
When Hoyt moved on him, Cian took the blow, let the momentum of it carry him into the air. He kicked off the wall, revolved, and used his body to knock Hoyt into Moira. And took them both down.
“Anticipate,” he repeated, and kicked back almost idly to send Larkin into the air.
Glenna grabbed a cross, held it out as she stepped forward.
“Ah, smart.” His eyes went red, just at the rims. Outside the doors, thunder began to grumble. “Shield and weapon, put the enemy in retreat. Except…” He lashed out, forearm to forearm and knocked the cross away. But when he spun to dispatch the stake, Glenna dived, going under him.
“Now this one’s clever.” Cian nodded approval, and for a moment, his face was illuminated by a ripple of lightning against the glass. “She uses her head, her instincts—at least when the stakes—haha—are low.”
They circled him now, which he considered a small improvement in their strategy. Not quite a team, not yet an oiled machine, but an improvement.
As they closed in, he could see the need to pounce in Larkin’s eyes.
Cian chose what he considered the weakest link, pivoted, and using one hand simply lifted Moira off her feet. When he tossed her, Larkin instinctively shifted to catch her. All Cian needed to do was sweep out a leg, take Larkin off his feet, and both of them went down in a tangle of limbs.
He spun to block his brother, gripped Hoyt’s shirt. The solid head butt had Hoyt stumbling back, giving Cian the instant he needed to wrench the stake from Glenna.
He had her back against him, his arm hooked tight around her neck.
“What now?” he asked the rest of them. “I’ve got your girl here. Do you back off, leave her to me? Do you come in, risk me snapping her in half? It’s a problem.”