Re: The Church of the Sacred Heart, Jack McCurdy and Marianne Tr
Liza yelped as Marianne grabbed her and hauled her out of the way of the rolling Spaniard and his blade, which struck sparks off the cobblestones. The lean youth was removing the rest of his robes, revealing a strange outfit; a vest-like harness laden with gun holsters, and trousers with pockets sewn all over them, tucked into high laced-up boots. Thus unencumbered, he stood before the fountain as the Spaniard got up, full of fury, and charged at him, howling in Spanish.
"You son of a peasant whore and a pig," Liza translated absently, watching the action keenly. "Well, that's not good enough, have to change that. Story, dear ? What story - OH !"
The fighters had rejoined combat, with the Spaniard pulling a knife from his boot, in a thefty move, and striking. Hawksmoore leapt back, a line of red showing on his arm, and then leapt into the air again, with a grace and speed that was startling, and drove the cutlass through the Spaniard, right through his heart.
"The peasant bests you anon," he said, smirking, and let the body fall back, leaving the red-coated cutlass behind, in the young man's hand.
The young man turned, and motioned impatiently to the man who had been gesturing at the two ladies. "Hastily !" he said, "Ere he rises again."
Then he staggered, and looked at his arm, where the wound was showing dark now, and smoking slightly. "Poisoned." he muttered, and then collapsed !