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  94. Also by DAVID KLASS
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“That’s right, I defied you,” I answer him, curling my fingers into fists and settling into a fighting pose. “Listen to those screams outside. Your army is being destroyed as we speak. Your buildings are on fire. Your power in the Amazon is smashed. As for P.J., the only way for you to ever hurt her again is to get through me now. So why don’t you stop mouthing off and take your best shot.”

If a tarantula can smile, that’s what he does. His eyes ignite like twin black suns. “Gladly,” he whispers. And he charges.

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The last time we fought, I threw the best kick of my life at him, and he grabbed my foot in midair. His speed and strength were superhuman.

I want him to believe I’m angry enough to make the same mistake again. My defiant words and insults were intended to make him think I’m so blinded by my own fury that I can’t think straight. I lower my head and charge at him as if I’ve gone completely berserk.

But I know what I’m doing. The only way to beat this guy is to use his own power against him.

We come together hard, and his charge knocks me backward. Instead of resisting, I give way. As I fall back, my hands grab his arms and pull him down with me, so that I incorporate the force and momentum of his charge in my spin. My knees come under his chest, and at the right second I kick him up and away. Spider man goes flying fifteen feet and cracks into a large window.

The back of his head smashes hard into the thick glass pane, shattering it. The impact would stun almost anyone. The Dark Lord falls to the floor, but he pops right back up. A shard from the broken pane must have cut him. He’s bleeding, and he doesn’t look pleased.

He comes at me again, and I have no more tricks up my sleeve, so I try to knock his head off with a straight right. It’s a good punch, but he ducks it and grabs me.

It’s my turn to fly through the air, and instead of a window he tosses me into a stone wall. I hit it and feel my spine crack, and then I black out for a moment. P.J.’s screams bring me back. “Jack, he’s coming! Jaaaaackkkk!”

Sure enough, he’s advancing at me through the gloom, ready to finish me off. I climb back to my feet, but something is broken on my right side and I can’t stand up straight. I move hunched over, holding my side.

His mouth opens. His teeth have disappeared. Long fangs glint. He’s going to rip out my jugular and enjoy every bloody throb. There’s no way I can stop him.