Chapter 244-4

The scythe came down in a wide arc but the bullet caught him first, slicing deep into his neck and he dropped the blade, narrowly missing my head as it clattered to the ground beside me. I turned to see Fenton, face determined, aiming the gun to make another shot just as another Varúlfur came charging at him from the side, knocking him off balance as he fired, the bullet veering wide of the mark. Thrown to his knees beside me, Drachmann clutched at his throat, where dirty, black blood was pumping from the wound, seeping out between his fingers. More began to dribble from his mouth, oozing down his chin. He made a garbled, choking sound and his eyes bulged from their sockets. My hope turned to horror when I saw it: that purple-black light was enveloping his fingers, spreading up his hands in the same way that my powers did, and then with thumb and forefinger, he probed the bloodied hole in his neck, digging into his own flesh, which made a sick squelching sound. Removing th