ore circling back through the angel swarms, killing and maiming dozens as it swung back toward their ship.
Their seahorse was losing altitude fast. Spyder went forward to where Primo was struggling with the ship. Control lines and splintered sections of rigging lay at the little mans feet. As Spyder reached him, he was wrestling with the few lines that still worked.
"Please take this," Primo said. Spyder grabbed the line and was almost lifted off his feet by the weight. Primo had been holding it with one arm.
"Can you get us out of here?" Spyder asked.
"Its doubtful. Im just trying to make our crash as easy as possible. "
"What can I do?"
"Dont let go of that line. " But it went slack in Spyders hand as more angels swooped down and slashed at the ropes. Shrike jumped to the base of the rigging and slashed the heads from two angels. Too late. The deck trembled and the whole vessel dropped thirty feet in a second, then seemed to catch itself. Primo strained against the remaining lines.
"Its dead! Leave it," someone shouted.
Hovering off the starboard bow was a small, flat black flier. Its tapered body was curved like a wasps, and its veined quadruple wings were streaked with angel blood. The pilot had pushed back the canopy and was gesturing to them. "Get on board! You cant stay aloft much longer!"
"Dont have to tell me twice," said Spyder.
"Ill keep us steady and join you in a moment," Primo said.
Angels, debris and flames were thick overhead. Spyder kept his head down as he ran. He grabbed Lulu by the arm and yelled, "Shrike, were leaving," then pulled her to the flier at the bow of the ship. The tall pilot le
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