The sound of a blade cutting through concrete jolted Montez awake.
His body moved before his brain caught up. He rolled sideways, just as the pavement where he'd been lying split open.
The slash was Carved straight through the ground like it was butter.
Montez's heart hammered in his chest. He tried pushing himself to his feet, but his body was still sluggish from the beating, the alcohol. From everything.
But adrenaline took over
And he managed launched himself upward, using what little pneuma he had left to propel higher onto the roof of the bar.
He landed in a crouch with heavy breathing and looked down at the street below.
steam rose from the cut edges of the slash where the heat had cauterized the concrete.
What the hell was that?
And then he felt it again.
That same pressure in the air with full killing intent behind it.
Montez threw himself to the side.
