Pike moved.
WHOOSH!
He moved without warning; no telegraph, all training.
He went through Kara's guard, blade kissing her forearm as she parried, but his foot already hooked her ankle, throwing her off balance all in one movement.
Kara caught herself on the spear haft and rolled clear of the follow-up slash by a breath.
Then, Jonas met him.
There were men you could break by hitting them, Pike wasn't one. He flowed around power, used it, and redirected it.
He let Jonas's first punch graze his ribs and drove a knife under it toward the liver. Jonas twisted, and took the cut in muscle instead. It bled, but he didn't slow down as his eyes burned with hatred and determination.
This was the man that almost killed him!
But skill roared louder than rage and emotion…
Bam!
Pike's off-hand cracked into Jonas's ear as light burst behind his eyes, his balance skating. For a moment, Jonas saw stars.
Pike stepped in to finish, knife rising…
Reid fired.
BAM!
