Savier lay there for a second longer, water sloshing over his shoulders, breath hitching like a dying dog's giggle. He swiped a palm over his bloody nose, smearing red across his cheek, then dragged his tongue over the blood like it was sugar.
"Ahh— goddamn… that was… that was the best five seconds of my entire life…"
He sat up, limbs flopping. "Johnkiss… my sweet little Johnkiss… you ever get ridden like that by an angel from hell? You ever—"
Johnquis punched an Eater straight through the mouth with his chain-wrapped fist, cutting Savier off.
"Shut up and stand up before you really die."
Savier rolled to his feet, squelching in the bloody flood, jacket patches plastered to his back. He caught sight of Dancer again, flipping off the side of a caved-in bus shelter — her blade dripping black gore, her thighs tense and gleaming as she landed in a half-crouch.
