I had her throat between my hands. The leader's throat was in my hands.
I kicked out, cracking the ribs of the
squat follower. She collapsed with a gasp. The crack of her snapping ribs
did not influence the others. I could not feel their blows. One hung from my
arm, one had me around the waist but this one was torn away. Adonie. I
glimpsed Adonie. I think she smashed my attacker over the head with a
lamp. The light in the room veered crazily and there was a crash. The
light changed. I did not see Adonie again.
I bit the woman who twisted my arm as though she would split and shred the skin; I raised a knee and broke her jaw. She dropped, striking a lamp table. Blood spurted from her nose.
Blinding light flashed within my eyes and exploded in my head. Strangely I felt no pain then, only the momentary blindness which slowed me, I thought, enough for the leader to drive into my ribs. Gasping I grabbed at a scrap of my breath, but none of it mattered, not breath, vision, none of it. Only the fact that I would not let this assault on us go on. I would not permit it. That was all.