![]() ![]() At the same time, he delivered a vicious kite meant for Nicholas's kidneys. The Messulethe moved with astonishing speed, twisting his torso into the attack so as to negate the unnatural position of his arm. They were in a corridor and, up ahead, she could see a set of stainless-steel doors, which he hit full tilt, using his shoulder and his momentum to slam them open. He hauled her round the end of the wall, and the light dimmed. Had Nicholas killed him? She hurried them on. Celeste looked back, terrified, but the Messulethe was still lying on the ground. She wrapped her arm around his waist, and together they loped awkwardly away from the cage. Nicholas stumbled, fell to one knee, almost in Celeste's Up. Get down!Ī fusillade of needles scourged his mind as the Messulethe, recovering with appalling rapidity, lashed out with his psyche, trying to keep Nicholas from leaving the cage. It was invariably a lethal blow, and the mind had to be absolutely centered, the organism in mortal danger, the resolve wholly unimpaired, because once committed there was no turning back death was the only possible result.ĭown! The voice in her head confused her. ![]() He used the heel of his hand, in an atemi meant to splinter the nose cartilage, send it directly into the brain. He fell on him, knowing he had only moments in which to kill him before his superior psyche reasserted itself. The Messulethe staggered, his grip on Nicholas broken, and Nicholas was up, kicking him a glancing blow. Once, Nicholas fell heavily, bringing them both down, and Celeste cried out, blood on her palms as she skidded, feeling the creeping along her nerves of not only what had been done to him, but what was coming after them, the heat through the vivid electric discharges, billowing along the reinforced concrete floor, a low mist with form and substance, the lethal rhythms of the Messulethe reaching out for them. "Get behind the wheel!" He slid over, displacing her, and she settled herself, her feet feeling for the pedals. Still, Nicholas felt the squirming of his enemy's powerful mind, trying to break through the temporary paralysis, and he knew he had only moments in which to act. The Messulethe's eyes crossed, and Nicholas could feel the almost total withdrawal of his psyche as he hovered at the point of unconsciousness. Nicholas slammed the edge of his hand into the spot between and just above the Messulethe's eyes, a crucial point in the line of the major conception meridian. The Messulethe fell and, as his concentration shifted, the numbing force of his psyche lifted. ![]()
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