I gulped again.
The Law Guardian left the clearing as well. Only Gregor and Bones stood in it now, facing each other with just a dozen feet between them. Their eyes were green and their fangs extended, power uncurling from them until the air felt charged and heavy. I was tense enough to shatter when the female Law Guardian said, “Begin.”
Bones and Gregor flew at each other with a blur of speed, crashing together several feet off the ground. For a second, I couldn’t make out who was who in the mad whirl of pale flesh, since Gregor was also shirtless. Then they broke apart, both of them with healing red slashes on their bodies.
I gripped Mencheres’s hand despite my anger with him, feeling his answering tight squeeze. In my peripheral vision I saw Annette standing close to Ian, her face white. Ian also looked grim. Another spasm of fear welled up in me. Did they believe this would end in Bones’s death? Had everyone known that but me?
Gregor and Bones met together again in a frenzy of violence. This time, I could see silver cutting into flesh, flashing in the moonlight before coming up red as they hacked at each other. Neither of them made a sound, though. No one watching did, either. The silence was somehow more loaded than screams.
Bones rolled away from a downward swipe toward his heart, pushing back from Gregor and coming up dirt-smeared a few feet away. He flung his knife in the next instant, burying it to the hilt in Gregor’s sternum—but not before Gregor fired off his own blade, which landed right in Bones’s eye.
I choked back my scream, afraid the smallest sound would prove lethally distracting to Bones. He yanked the blade out without pause, countering Gregor’s attack as Gregor freed the knife from his chest and came at him with incredible speed. If I hadn’t been a vampire, I would have hurled at the sticky red substance on Bones’s knife, but he never paused as he fought Gregor while his missing eye slowly grew back.
Gregor feinted left, then dove low, sliding under Bones and coming up on the other side so fast, I hadn’t realized what he’d done until I saw Bones arch in pain, the hilt of a knife buried high in his back. Gregor barked out a command to Lucius, catching the silver knife Lucius threw and then charging at Bones as Bones tried to reach the knife in his back. He couldn’t do that and hold off Gregor’s fresh attack, though.
Gregor increased his speed, somehow seeming to have four arms instead of two as he slashed at Bones, opening up new cuts on Bones’s body even as Bones kept that glinting silver knife out of his chest. Gregor had been holding back before, I realized, horror and panic welling up in me. He was even faster than he’d first appeared.
Bones was forced back, that other knife still protruding from between his shoulder blades, as Gregor pressed his attack. The only sounds were silver clashing with silver, or the sickening slices of flesh and bone being split apart—until the slow, dull boom began in my chest.
Mencheres squeezed my hand so hard, it was painful, but I couldn’t stop the beat of my heart. Each new blow or slash, each new glittering smear of crimson, seemed to add speed to the tempo in my chest. Murmurs broke out in the crowd, mostly from the newcomers, as the cadence inside me became steadier and more audible.
Gregor flicked his gaze to me—and Bones flung himself forward, bashing his skull into Gregor’s and ripping his knife into Gregor with a brutal upward swipe that cleaved his ribs. Gregor howled but jerked back fast enough to prevent the blade from climbing higher into his chest. He swept Bones’s feet out from under him, leaping on top of him without regard for how it forced the knife buried in his rib cage deeper still.
I didn’t understand why until Bones let out a gasp, his face twisting with agony. The knife in his back. Their combined weight had thrust it all the way through, its silver tip poking out of the front of Bones’s chest, dangerously near his heart. When Bones bucked up, throwing Gregor off, and spun around to meet his next attack, I saw that the end of the hilt was level with his back. He’ll never be able to pull it out now, I thought, the booming in my chest becoming stronger. How could Bones beat Gregor with silver burning him up inside? When each thrust and blow forced the knife ever closer to his heart?
But Bones continued to fight with a speed and ferocity that defied his condition. He forced Gregor back, tripping him with a move too quick to follow, and slashed his knife deep across Gregor’s eyes when the other vampire moved to protect his heart. Bones leapt off Gregor in the next instant, avoiding the knife Gregor tried to ram into his back, and kicked dirt into Gregor’s face, further blinding him. When Gregor’s arm came up to defend himself, Bones hacked through it with a force that left half the limb severed on the dirt.