Snarling, I yanked out Nightshade and Fezzik as Xervan flung up his hands and Alab was hurled twenty feet. He crashed into a tank hard enough to dent it and tear one of the bolts from the floor. The impact would have broken a man’s back, but Alab bounced off, landed on his feet in a crouch, and pointed his sword at Xervan.
Already chasing after him, Xervan dove to the side as a beam of white energy poured forth from the sword. It shot past him, just missing his shoulder, and slammed into the catwalk near me like a missile. The catwalk blew, shrapnel pelting me in the back as I whirled away. Pieces dug through my thin tank top—and my flesh—but I gritted my teeth, refusing to cry out. I would not distract Xervan.
As Xervan flung a magical attack at Alab, I took aim with Fezzik. In his drag
