a
bang
that hurt my ears, and something hit me in the side and back, sending me flying. I hit the stairs and rolled down, scraping to a halt on the landing, pain stabbing from a dozen places. I couldnât see my attacker butI knew he was coming and I fumbled for an item in my pocket. On the second try my hand closed over a small sphereâone of my condensersâand I threw it at the top of the stairs. My head was still spinning and the throw went long, hitting the pillar behind and shattering. Mist rushed out, cloaking the platform and the top of the steps in fog.
I struggled to my feet. Pain lanced from my side; I put my hand to it and felt wetness. Another spell in the futures, but no danger; it was going to miss. A moment later I heard the
boom
of another implosion spell and felt the whack of wind as air rushed by. The mist swirled slightly.
I could feel a faint rumble through the concrete: the train was coming. I crouched on one knee, waiting. Above, I saw the glow of lights through the mist. No more attacks, not yet, but ifâ He was waiting for me to move. I held my breath, keeping very still.
The rumbling grew louder and with a whine of metal the train pulled up by the platform. I still couldnât see it, or him, but I knew where he was: up and to the left, waiting for me to show myself. The train doors opened with a hiss. I looked to see when they would close, counted down.
Nine . . . eight . . . seven . . .
Now.
I ran up the stairs. The air mage detected me, waited for me to clear the top of the stairwell, fired. I checked just as he cast his spell, fire stabbing my side, heard the hiss of projectiles slashing through the mist ahead of me.
Three seconds.
I ran right, the mist parting to reveal a blue-and-red carriage, curious faces peering out; the doors were just beginning to close and I jumped through. They met behind me with a
thud
, and with a jolt of acceleration the train started to move.
All of a sudden I found myself in the middle of a scattered crowd of people, all staring. âExcuse me,â I said to the nearest guy, a black man in a peaked cap. He got out of my way, and I began moving forward to the front of the carriage. As I did, I glanced back over my shoulder through the train windows. The mist cloud was a grey patch, fading away on the platform behind. I couldnât see my attacker.
âAre you all right?â a woman said. She was on one ofthe seats at the front, twisted around to look. I wondered briefly how I looked to everyone else, and that made me remember my wound. I touched it with my left hand again and drew in my breath. Looking down, I saw blood smeared over my fingers and palm.
âOh, shit,â the woman said. âYou want me to call an ambulance?â
âMight not be the best idea.â Now that I was out of combat, my side was really hurting. I didnât think it was going to kill me, but it was deep.
Not good.
âIâm calling 999,â the woman announced. She pulled out a phone and started tapping.
There was a
thump
from above, echoing through the carriage. It was hollow, and heavy. It was, in fact, exactly the kind of noise a grown man would make when landing on the roof of a train.
Shit.
The passengers in the train looked upwards. They looked confused rather than worried; I had the feeling that wasnât going to last. âHello?â the woman was saying. âAmbulance.â
I held still, scanning futures. The people around were making it harder, their actions tangling with my own. What was this guy going to do, smash his way through the windows?
âHello? Yeah. Thereâs a man here, I think heâs hurt . . . I mean, yeah, heâs definitely hurt . . . what? Marie Gilman . . . Yeah, my numberâs, wait a sec . . .â
I couldnât see any futures in which the air mage broke in, but it was looking like he wouldnât have to. Up
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