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sexual thrill. Her loins trembled. A hot surge of excitement welled up from deep within her soul.

Chapter 2
    Azusa drew back the hammer. The ominous sound filled the air. She aimed the gun down at the shadow racing along next to her and pulled the trigger.
    The recoil shot through her body. So did the pleasure. She pulled the trigger again. And again. Each time, the reaction bringing her closer to the verge. An indescribable biological reaction, springing from the mind of a conscious killer.
    The weight on her right hand increased ever so slightly, like a breeze blowing from above. Azusa’s eyes opened wider. A figure perched on her elbow. It offered no more resistance than a feather, yet displaced the same space as a human being.
    Bent over from the waist up, almost parallel to her arm, the glittering red eyes glared at Azusa a mere four inches away. Any normal person would have frantically shaken it off. Azusa didn’t move her right arm at all.
    She was timing her next move as she ran.
    Without any warning, her left hand flashed into action. Her forefinger and middle finger formed a V and jabbed at his face. She didn’t pull her punches. The blow would gouge his eyeballs out.
    Riding on her right arm, the shadow bent backwards like a limbo dancer. Azusa clucked to herself. She shook her arm. The shadow didn’t move.
    But something else did. The gun. She caught it with her left hand, the Model 29. Not cocking the hammer, she raised the barrel and aimed it at the shadow and pulled the trigger.
    The roar and the flame and that indescribable shock.
    Azusa had gotten muscle enhancing treatments in her teens. Even one-handed, the recoil of a .44 Magnum was nothing more to her than a popgun.
    Behind the lenses of the enhanced-vision sunglasses, her pupils grew wider. The man swung an arc around her arm and now was hanging upside down by his feet.
    The sound of gunfire echoed off into the distance. A cold and murderous light glowed in her eyes. She crouched down, sprang up a good three feet into the air and came straight down, pile-driving his head into the ground.
    His body made another half turn. Azusa again jabbed her fingers into his face.
    Now the shadow flipped off her arm and over her head. Not waiting for him to descend, with a blood-curdling kiai , she threw her right leg straight up, full extension. This time, her explosive kick merged with the black outlines of the silhouette.
    But she felt no impact, sensed no resistance to the vector of her foot. It should have buried itself in his belly. But slipped off as if skidding on a sheen of oil.
    With no time to deliver a second blow, Azusa leapt to the side. A long moment later, the shadow alit on his original position, as pretty as a descending bird.
    “Hoh,” the shadow said. “You knocked me off my perch. You are quite the capable young lady.”
    “Bring it on,” Azusa moaned. “And step on it.”
    She was getting hot and bothered and already plenty wet down there. Her hot pants were getting soaked. It was starting to run down her thighs.
    “Quit dicking around,” she said again. “I kill you, you kill me, it’s all good. That’s the way this game is played. After that you can fuck me silly, or whatever gets you off. For now, cut the pussyfooting around. Hit me with your best shot, else I’m gonna tear you a new one.”
    He did as she requested.
    He bolted straight at her. Azusa countered with a high kick, converting it to a roundhouse sweep of her foot at the last moment.
    Foot met forehead. And slid off before the impact could connect.
    “Shit!”
    Azusa squared her stance. Now she was the one who rushed him, her hands striking at his face as he stood there unmoving. Those slender arms could have taken the fight out of a pro wrestler.
    His festering face rose up, two of them, overlapping and merging into what passed as the visage of a man.
    Her fists rained down, slipping off each time. She was sure she’d crushed the bridge of his nose. Her hand