The man in the business shirt got one hand on Victor's wing before Victor put a blade through his eye. A second corpse came out from behind the car. Voss caught it by the collar and broke its neck, but his foot slipped when he tried to step away. Felicity caught his elbow. She'd put half her strength into bringing him around on that training floor, and the idiot was apparently going to test her work on every dead thing between here and supper.
"I'm very fond of that neck of yours," she told him. "Would you mind trying to stay on your feet long enough to let me kiss it?"
"Depends. Were you saving the kiss for this evening? I could probably manage a few yards if you meant right now."
Ivan drove his weapon through a third skull and kicked its owner clear of the gate. "I'll just take care of the rest of this fellow, then, shall I?"
