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“Not used to fighting much, are you?” Kurt baited Jinn

Jinn grabbed some type of pipe that had been tossed out of one of the airships He ca it like a sword

Still holding the rifle in both hands, Kurt blocked the pipe and jabbed the butt of the rifle into Jinn’s face The blow opened a gash that bled profusely

Jinn stu his hands to his bloody face Kurt stepped forward and kicked the pole off the platform

It fell into the dark, trailing a strange whistling sound from its hollow ends

By now the rising stain of the horde had reached the edge of the helipad, its first probing fingers curling up and onto the flat surface, converging toward the middle from all sides

Kurt was running out of time

Through a mask of blood Jinn shouted, “If you didn’t have that rifle, I would kill you with my bare hands!”

Kurt pointed the rifle at hi it off the deck “You can’t beatfor so out the string You don’t want to die You’re afraid to die I can see it in your eyes”

Jinn charged again, the rage distorting his face This ti it into Jinn’s gut He wrapped his arms around Jinn’s torso, picked him up and body-slammed him to the deck

From out of nowhere Jinn produced a knife It sliced Kurt’s ared through hith and determination prevailed He sla it three times before Jinn released the knife

Kurt swatted it away and it skipped into the approaching tide of microbots

It was now or never Jinn tried to get up, but Kurt elbowed hi Jinn’s hair, he twisted theJinn to look at the horde that was approaching

“Look at the Jinn’s cheek to the deck “Look at them!”

Jinn had given up fighting now He stared at the advancing horde The line was getting closer, the circle around the smaller