Super Soul Sister

“I’ve a sworn obligation to everyone out here.”

“Including Stan.” I grabbed his arm. “Let me.”

“One minute,” he looked over to me, speaking into his headset. I stepped into the open, my hands high and, a beer stein flew over my head; followed by a motorcycle boot. I

smiled at Stan and caught his eye before he stared behind me.

“Get gone, Day.”

In his leather vest, the leader of the Berserkers, Miles Trondur, broke from the crowd and came at me with a windmill of fists. I moved off the line of attack and kicked low. He lifted his foot to avoid the blow and I swept his other foot from under him. Two policemen came up to me and I was dragged back to Larsson.

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