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Jurt stood there, stark naked save for his eye patch, glowing, smiling,
a pulse away from substantiality.
"Good of you to drop by, brother," he said. "Sorry you can't stay."
Sparks danced at his fingertips as he swung his arm ip my direction. I
doubted that shaking hands was foremost; in his mind.
The only response I could think of was, "Your shoelace is untied,"
which of course didn't stop him, but it actually had him looking puzzled for
a second or two.
CHAPTER 12
Jurt had never played football. I do not believe he expected me to come
up fast and rush him; and when it happened, I don't think he anticipated my
coming in as low as I did.
And as for clipping him just above the knees and knocking him back
through the opening in the railing, I'm sure he was surprised. At least he
looked surprised as he went over backward and plummeted, sparks still
dancing at his fingertips.
I heard Jasra chuckle, even as he faded in mid-fall and vanished before
the floor got to spread him around a bit. Then, from the corner of my eye, I
saw her rise.
"I'll deal with him now," she said, and, "No problem. He's clumsy,"
even as he appeared at the head of the stair to her right. "You take care of
Mask!"
Mask was on the opposite side of the black stone fountain, staring up
at me through an orange and red geyser of flames
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