Magic Strikes  -  Ilona Andrews

The crowd went wild. Jim waited for us at the Gold Gate. His teeth were bared. “What happened to barely winning?”


“You said sloppy! Look, I didn’t even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.”


“A man with a sword attacked you and you disarmed him and knocked him out cold in under two seconds.” He turned to Curran.


The Beast Lord shrugged. “It’s not my fault that he didn’t know how to fall.” Jim’s gaze slid from Curran to Dali. “What the hell was that?”


“Crimson Jaws of Death.”


“And were you planning on letting me know that you can turn people’s elbows backward?”


“I told you I did curses.”


“You said they don’t work!”