1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger


    Date: 11/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 86.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Guns were drawn as she whipped her knife before her, sending droplets of rain streaking away from her, splashing into the nearest cops face. He stumbled back, blinking his eyes, trying to wipe the water away. Guns barked. Britney was already moving, diving behind the cop car. The air exploded with gunfire. Metal pinged as bullets raked the cop car she hid behind. She loved the thrill. She was testing herself against the best warriors Pierce County had to offer. This is what she was born for. She opened her mouth to let out a roar. Phillipa screamed. Britney's roar died. Her mate fell back, blood pooling out of her stomach. Everything faded. She no longer felt the cold rain, heard the barking guns, smelled gunsmoke and metal. Only a deep, dark rage filled her, surging out of the abyss of her soul. They shot her mate. Mindy crawled out of the SUV, her first aid kit in hand. Britney could do nothing for her Phillipa. Kyle needed to be rescued. The cops needed to pay for hurting her mate. The gunfire died. The cops were reloading. Britney jumped onto the trunk, took two steps across the cruiser's roof, and leaped at the cops. She landed between two of them, Waterclaw flashing. One was Hispanic and he cursed as her katar sliced through the air and cut through his thigh. He collapsed in a spurt of blood. She spun about, coming face to face with the second. His gun was pointed right at her. He fired. She channeled the water, forming a sheet before her. The bullets struck the ...
    water, slowing the bullets down as she ducked and rolled. Fragments of the bullet's copper jackets peppered her back with searing heat, burning through her soaked sweatshirt. Britney ignored the pain. The cop's clip emptied. She guided the wall of water into a compressed ball and launched it at his throat. He collapsed, clawing at his crushed trachea. Britney peered around, looking for the Detective and the other two cops. “Flank her!” Donnar shouted. “We need to keep her pinned.” Britney took a deep breath. Heavy, booted footsteps ran by the cop car she crouched against. She peered her head up over the hood. Detective Donnar's gun barked, sparks flashing on the trunk. She ducked and glanced at the trunk of the car. A cop's boot stuck past the fender. She channeled water, a wall of rippling water springing up behind her as she charged at the trunk. “How the fuck is she doing that?” Donnar cursed, his gun barking. She trusted the wall to protect her. The cop crouching at the back of the trunk stepped out, his gun coming up at her chest. She reached out with her left hand, pushing the gun to the side. It fired, hot gas brushing her cheek, a searing-hot spent casing striking her left hand. “Fuck!” the cop cursed before she slammed into him, punching with her dagger. She fell with his body, landing atop him, and jerked her katar out before ducking behind the cruiser. “How is Phillipa?” Britney shouted, glancing at Mindy working over her mate's body. “Bad. She needs an ER!” Everything ...
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