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doing the slaying.
    The stranger reached the beam and one of his
large hands slid across the top of it, fingers probing
for a sound grip. Snowhawk launched up, grabbed
his wrist and twisted it quickly into a nerve-stretching
lock. From beside her Moon vaulted
over the beam, clamping a headlock on their
pursuer. The man gave a snarl then pushed off
hard with his feet, somersaulting over the beam,
dragging his attackers with him until all three of
them were upside down. The bold manoeuvre
broke their grips and with a muffled clatter the
trio tumbled apart down the sloping roof behind
the cedar beam.
    Just before the edge all three scrambled to their
feet. The stranger rounded on Snowhawk, hastily
grunting something. But before he could complete
even a word, Moonshadow darted in to swing a
hard back-fist strike into his jaw. The man's
head shuddered, but he recovered fast, hurling
Moon away with a flashing sidekick. Impulsively
Snowhawk reached for her sword. Seeing that,
the big man aimed a powerful front kick at her,
forcing her to abandon the draw. Snowhawk sidestepped
his blurring foot then snapped a firm hold
on his ankle with both hands. The stranger tried
to speak once more, but his jaw appeared numbed
by Moonshadow's blow and he succeeded only
in stuttering. Moon closed with the man again,
clawing for his back-mounted straight sword, but
the large spy volleyed himself into a powerful, one-legged
backflip. The sheer force of his fast, high
turn propelled Moon clear. The stranger's free
foot whipped Snowhawk in the head. She reeled
backwards and teetered on the roof's edge, arms
wide and circling, trying to regain her balance.
Moon gasped.
    If she dropped, her great agility and many
climbing tricks might enable her to cut short the
fall but how would he capture this powerful spy
on his own? With a determined forward sway,
Snowhawk reclaimed her balance and thrust away
from the edge.
    Bounding up from the crouch he had landed in,
the stranger stood tall, working his jaw painfully
at desperate speed, but still unable to speak. Moon
slid on his side, his body flowing with the angle
of the tiles, right up to the man's feet. He quickly
swung a leg each side of the spy's ankles, trapping
his legs. Moon closed the scissors tightly then
twisted his hips with force. The agent pitched
forwards, snatching wildly for Moonshadow. He
missed and fell. Snowhawk rocketed onto the
man from behind, wrenching on a forearm choke.
Arching his spine, the agent threw his head back
and head-butted her in the face, the force of the
blow breaking her hold. He rolled down the roof,
flicking Snowhawk from his back, and dragged
Moon right to the edge.
    Moonshadow and the stranger disentangled
speedily as they ran out of roof.
    Each slid over the edge but managed to claw a
grip. They dangled, less than a man's length apart,
scrambling to haul themselves up. Snowhawk,
shaking her head as if stunned, launched across
the tiles and stamped on one of the big agent's
hands. He let out a muffled groan. Grinding his
teeth, Moon pulled himself up and stood on
the roof.
    Snowhawk's hand flashed into her jacket.
She dropped to one knee, her opposite foot still
pinning the man's hand as she pushed a Fuma
shuriken to the side of his neck. A curved black
blade-point hovered in line with his vital neck
artery.
    'Here's poetic justice! This is the fitting way
for one of you to die!' Snowhawk growled. 'By a
shuriken of your own design, in the hand of one
you mistreated!'
    'Stop,' Moonshadow gasped, his chest heaving.
Even in the limited light he could see the manic
rage in her every movement. 'This is vengeance!
This is wrong!'
    'Hah!' Snowhawk snapped at him. 'I need a
better reason than that to stop!'
    'I'm not Fuma,' the dangling agent said hoarsely,
'I serve the Grey Light!'
    Snowhawk and Moonshadow, both stooped
now and wheezing, traded startled looks.
    'Prove it,' she demanded. 'But if I think you're
lying –'
    'I can, I can,' the man spluttered, trying to get
too