Yxti: переводы

→Meanwhile, one of the men holding Sonya simply turned tail and ran back toward downtown. Dimitri didn’t pursue. His attention now was on the last guy, who was foolishly attempting to fight back. This freed Sonya, however, and she wasted no time getting to her feet and scurrying over to my side. I was rarely touchy-feely with anyone—certainly not Moroi—but I clung to her without even thinking twice. She did the same, and I could feel her trembling. Once, as a Strigoi, she’d been a force to be reckoned with. As a Moroi, one who’d just had a sword at her throat, things were understandably different.

→I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death. Ignoring the guy he’d just thrown, Dimitri surged toward the others. He immediately went for the guy with the sword. A swift kick from Dimitri sent the assailant flying backward. He dropped the sword and barely managed to catch hold of one of the churchyard trees.

→Half a second later, I found myself suddenly free. Someone new had joined our fray, someone who ripped my captor away and tossed him easily to the pavement. It looked painful, and the guy landed with a grunt. Even in this poor lighting, the height and coat gave my savior away. It was Dimitri.

→I watched in terror, my heart seizing in my chest. I was afraid for myself, but I was especially afraid for Sonya. I’d never seen a decapitation. I didn’t want to start now.

→“We need to go!” exclaimed one of Sonya’s captors. Another guy. From what I could tell, they all were. “Someone will come.” “This’ll only take a second,” growled the one holding the sword. “We need to rid the world of this evil.”