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the ground from the force of the blow, Morris aimed a kick at her belly.
Riley launched herself out of the corner and toward them, screaming, "No, no! Morris, no! Don't hurt her! Don't hurt your baby!"
The room kaleidoscoped into a fractured image of movement and cacophony of sound.
Almost in slow motion, Riley saw the kick land with full force against the side of Dina's huge belly. She heard Dina screaming, Morris screaming, someone else screaming—was that her!
She jumped him, not caring that he had to outweigh her by a hundred pounds. "No, no, no. Don't hurt her. You have to stop. Morris, you have to stop—"
Morris yanked a handful of her hair viciously, snapping her head back. "Nobody tells me what to do. Especially not some worthless social worker."
He raised his fist. Move. Gotta move.
She yanked her head to the left, just as his huge fist slammed into the side of her face.
Just enough. Maybe. Please God, don't let my neck be broken. Room going black.
Fight, Riley. Fight to stay conscious.
Fist coming again. "No, please…"
But he ignored her, face twisted with rage beyond hearing, beyond reason. His fist exploded again, except it wasn't his fist.
Atlantis Rising – Warriors of Poseidon 01
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It wasn't her face.
Thunder? Is it thunder? So black…
As Riley fought the blackness, the hand in her hair loosened. Morris's face changed in a caricature of slow motion from a grimace of violent hate to one of surprise. They both looked at the scarlet stain blossoming, blooming, spreading over his shirt. Even as Riley touched a questing finger to the dark stickiness that splattered her face, the room went black.
Conlan opened the portal, focusing on the East Coast of the United States. Virginia, to be precise. Ven had been "collecting intel," according to Alaric.
Translation: beating information out of scumbags for miles in every direction. His brother always had favored the direct approach.
Now Ven was calling the rest of the Seven to him to accompany Conlan to the surface.
Except Conlan was in no mood to wait. Not even for his brother. Maybe especially not for his brother. If he saw even a glimmer of pity in Ven's eyes, he'd—
Well. Forget that. Focus on the portal.
Seven years of disuse, and the magic was rusty. Or the portal, temperamental on a good day, was playing with him, Conlan discovered, as he stepped through into water.
Lots of water.
Luckily he'd instinctively heaved in a deep breath before plunging through the shimmering opening. There was another lesson learned the hard way: the portal had its Atlantis Rising – Warriors of Poseidon 01
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own power, independent of the Atlanteans who had first harnessed it more than eleven thousand years ago.
They ought to hang a "User Beware" sign on the capricious thing. He kicked off and headed for the surface, judging he was about ten meters deep from the looks of the shallow-water flora and fauna that shimmered in the diluted moonlight.
But distances could be tricky in the sea.
And then, there was the problem of where the hell the shore might be. He wouldn't be the first to end up treading water in the middle of the ocean.
The portal's idea of a practical joke. If portals had emotion, this one was packing a vindictive sense of humor.
As he broke the surface and sucked in a lungful of air, an almost-tangible force smashed into him. Agony sliced through his head, then shut off as if by a switch. A bitter taste seared his mouth; a sourness like lemon soaked in brine. •
Another wave of pain crashed through him, knocking him off balance. He nearly sank below the waves again, barely noticing the sands of the shores nearby.
He shook his head from side to side, trying to escape the fire inside of his head. He barked out a laugh. He'd had a lot of practice with pain, just lately. Think, damn you.
Crazed thoughts swirled in his
Riley launched herself out of the corner and toward them, screaming, "No, no! Morris, no! Don't hurt her! Don't hurt your baby!"
The room kaleidoscoped into a fractured image of movement and cacophony of sound.
Almost in slow motion, Riley saw the kick land with full force against the side of Dina's huge belly. She heard Dina screaming, Morris screaming, someone else screaming—was that her!
She jumped him, not caring that he had to outweigh her by a hundred pounds. "No, no, no. Don't hurt her. You have to stop. Morris, you have to stop—"
Morris yanked a handful of her hair viciously, snapping her head back. "Nobody tells me what to do. Especially not some worthless social worker."
He raised his fist. Move. Gotta move.
She yanked her head to the left, just as his huge fist slammed into the side of her face.
Just enough. Maybe. Please God, don't let my neck be broken. Room going black.
Fight, Riley. Fight to stay conscious.
Fist coming again. "No, please…"
But he ignored her, face twisted with rage beyond hearing, beyond reason. His fist exploded again, except it wasn't his fist.
Atlantis Rising – Warriors of Poseidon 01
Page 22 of 351
It wasn't her face.
Thunder? Is it thunder? So black…
As Riley fought the blackness, the hand in her hair loosened. Morris's face changed in a caricature of slow motion from a grimace of violent hate to one of surprise. They both looked at the scarlet stain blossoming, blooming, spreading over his shirt. Even as Riley touched a questing finger to the dark stickiness that splattered her face, the room went black.
Conlan opened the portal, focusing on the East Coast of the United States. Virginia, to be precise. Ven had been "collecting intel," according to Alaric.
Translation: beating information out of scumbags for miles in every direction. His brother always had favored the direct approach.
Now Ven was calling the rest of the Seven to him to accompany Conlan to the surface.
Except Conlan was in no mood to wait. Not even for his brother. Maybe especially not for his brother. If he saw even a glimmer of pity in Ven's eyes, he'd—
Well. Forget that. Focus on the portal.
Seven years of disuse, and the magic was rusty. Or the portal, temperamental on a good day, was playing with him, Conlan discovered, as he stepped through into water.
Lots of water.
Luckily he'd instinctively heaved in a deep breath before plunging through the shimmering opening. There was another lesson learned the hard way: the portal had its Atlantis Rising – Warriors of Poseidon 01
Page 23 of 351
own power, independent of the Atlanteans who had first harnessed it more than eleven thousand years ago.
They ought to hang a "User Beware" sign on the capricious thing. He kicked off and headed for the surface, judging he was about ten meters deep from the looks of the shallow-water flora and fauna that shimmered in the diluted moonlight.
But distances could be tricky in the sea.
And then, there was the problem of where the hell the shore might be. He wouldn't be the first to end up treading water in the middle of the ocean.
The portal's idea of a practical joke. If portals had emotion, this one was packing a vindictive sense of humor.
As he broke the surface and sucked in a lungful of air, an almost-tangible force smashed into him. Agony sliced through his head, then shut off as if by a switch. A bitter taste seared his mouth; a sourness like lemon soaked in brine. •
Another wave of pain crashed through him, knocking him off balance. He nearly sank below the waves again, barely noticing the sands of the shores nearby.
He shook his head from side to side, trying to escape the fire inside of his head. He barked out a laugh. He'd had a lot of practice with pain, just lately. Think, damn you.
Crazed thoughts swirled in his
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