Elemental Assassin 04 - Tangled Threads

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    Recognition dawned in Brown’s eyes. “You! You’re
her
. You’re the fucking Spider!”
    “Guilty as charged,” I said, flashing my knife at him. “And I’m ready to play. How about you?”
    Instead of racing toward me like I thought he might, the vampire actually did the smart thing. He pointed at the giants.
    “Kill her!” he yelled at them. “Now!”
    The two giants charged me. Behind them, Brown started digging in his pants pocket, probably searching for his cell phone. Not good. I needed to get to the bastard before he could tell anyone else what was happening here, give someone a description of me, or worse, call for backup. Which meant that I had a minute, two tops, to take out the giants and kill the vampire.
    A cold blast of magic surged through the night air, and a blue-white light flashed for a second before winking out.
    Vinnie Volga reared up, a jagged Ice knife glinting in his right hand. A weapon that I’d made myself many times. Crude, but effective, as Vinnie no doubt knew since he slammed the shard of Ice into the vampire’s thigh, driving it in deep and twisting it as hard as he could. The vampire bellowed with rage and crumpled into the sand, all thoughts of his cell phone forgotten. Nice move. Vinnie threw himself on top of the other man, and the two of them started grappling, rolling around and around and spraying sand everywhere.
    But I didn’t have time to track their progress because the giants were on me. I waited until the first one was in range, then reached over and shoved one of the metal swings at him. The giant wasn’t expecting the move, and the swing caught him in the chest. Not enough to hurt him, of course, but it gave me time to dart forward, hit all the chains, and make the swings start rocking back and forth, creating a moving metal maze behind me.
    Instead of being smart and going around, the first giant barreled headfirst into the row of swings, long arms outstretched, trying to get to me before I slipped out the other side. But he misjudged the arcs and ended up with his arms stuck through the different swings, the metal chains crashing and clanging together like cymbals.
    I grabbed onto a swinging chain and kicked up, then out, with my feet. My boots caught the giant in the shoulder, and he spun around, twisting the chains around his torso. Instead of spinning back the other way, the giant let out a loud roar and tried to do a Hulk move to break free. But the metal was stronger than it looked, and the chains held firm.
    The momentum from my kick sent me back before gravity took over and I swung toward the giant again. I used the opportunity to bury my knife in his chest all the way up to the hilt. I felt the blade scuttle off of his breast-bone before sinking deeper into his hard muscle. I yanked it out. Not enough damage to kill him, but enough to make him think about how much he was hurting.
    Sure enough, the giant howled with pain and rage, baying like a wolf at the moon. He brought his fist up to hit me, but the chains wrapped around his body limited his range of motion. Still, he got a blow in on my left hip. It was just a glancing hit, but given his enormous strength, it felt like someone had slapped me with a sledgehammer. Red-hot pins of pain exploded in my hip joint.
    I grunted and slashed open his stomach with my knife, going first one way, then the other with the silverstone blade. X marks the spot. Blood spewed out onto my hands and arced through the cold air, painting me with its steaming, coppery warmth.
    I’d hurt him badly this time, and the giant gave up all thought of trying to attack me. Instead, now wailing and blubbering, he clutched his hands to his stomach, trying to slow the bleeding and shove everything back in where it was supposed to go. But the chains thwarted him once more, and he just couldn’t get his hands up in the right place to really staunch the flow. He’d bleed out soon.
    In the background, Vinnie and the vampire continued their struggle in the sandbox, still rolling back and forth, each one trying to get the upper hand.
    My hip now throbbing with pain, my bloody knife still in my hand, I turned to face the other giant.
    He’d been more cautious than his buddy and hadn’t followed me into the swings. He stared at me a second then launched himself at one of the heavy wooden support beams that held up the whole thing—trying to collapse the entire swing set on top of me, along with his friend. The wood