the black oil that animated their flesh -
At the mouth of an alley, his feet didn't so much stop as become cemented unto the ground.
Betwixt one blink and the next, the past rushed forward, surmounting the distance of interceding months and years and centuries to come to fruition in the present.
Centered in the alleyway, a female in a billowing white robe was fighting a pair of lessers. She held them off with kicks and punches, pivoting and jumping around so fast that she had to wait for them to come back at her.
With her superior fighting skills, she was but toying with them. And there was a very clear impression that they didn't recognize all she was holding back.
Lethal. She was lethal and just waiting to strike.
And Xcor knew exactly who she was.
"She is - " Xcor's throat cut off the rest of the words.
To have searched for aeons and be ever denied this target ... only to find it upon a random evening in a random city across a vast ocean ... was manifest destiny.
They were meant to meet again.
Here. This night.
"She is the killer of my father." He withdrew his scythe from its harness. "She is the murderer of mine own blood - "
Someone caught his hand and froze his arm. "Not here."
The fact that it was not the bleeding-heart Throe was the only thing that stopped him. It was Zypher.
"We take her and bring her home." The warrior laughed darkly, the erotic tone in his voice deepening. "You have been relieved, but there are others among us who require what you had last night. After that? Then you can teach her the repercussions of vengeful acts."
Zypher was the one among them mostly likely to think up a plan like that. And though the idea of slaughtering her outright held vast appeal, Xcor had waited too long not to savor her demise.
So many years.
Too many years - until he had given up hope of finding her, only his dreams keeping alive the memory of what had defined him and given him his position in life.
Yes, he thought. It would be fitting to have this done the Bloodletter's way. No easy out for the female.
Xcor resettled his scythe, just as the murderess went to work properly on the slayers. Without warning, she leapt forward and took one of them at the waist, ducking under its flailing arms and driving it back against the building. It happened so fast that the second lesser was too surprised - and obviously untrained - to save its friend.
Although even if number two had been more of a match for her, it wouldn't have stood a chance. In virtually the same moment as she attacked, the female spun out a hubcap from behind her and it hit the slayer right in the neck, slicing deep and distracting it immediately from the quest to get her. As black oil sprang forth and its knees wobbled, she dispatched the slayer she had pinned against the brick by punching it twice in the face and once in the Adam's apple. Then she picked it up bodily and slammed it down upon her upraised knee.
The crack of the spine was loud.
And as it faded, she spun around to confront those who had been watching her work. Which was not a surprise. Someone as good as she was would have been immediately aware that others were upon her.
Tilting her head to one side, she was not alarmed - but then, why would she be? They were in the shadows and very clearly of her species: Until Xcor revealed himself, she would have no idea the danger she was in.
"Good evening, female," he said in a low tone from the darkness.
"Who is there?" she called out.
Now is the time, he thought, stepping forward into a shaft of light -
"We are not alone," Throe whispered abruptly.
Xcor stopped his advance, his eyes narrowing on the seven slayers that had stepped into view at the far end of the alley.
Indeed. They were very much not alone.
And later, Xcor would come to believe that the only reason he successfully took the female into his custody was the arrival of those fresh lessers. The advancing front of the enemy demanded her eyes - and her attention. But before she could dematerialize into another position, Xcor was upon her.
In spite of the way his heart was pounding, vengeance gave him the focus to scatter his molecules just as she turned to confront the squadron which approached.