"Move!" Jin shouted.
The stampede hit.
It didn't come down the street so much as swallow it. The front of it was a wall of bodies, so thick and so close together that Jin couldn't see the road behind them anymore, and it came on with a sound like the whole world tearing in half. Roaring. Shrieking. The thunder of a thousand feet and claws and hooves on broken asphalt.
Jin went left. Echo went up. Si-on went right in a flash of white.
The first wave went through the space where they'd been standing like a river through a broken dam.
Something with horns came at Jin out of the flood. It was the size of a car and built like a bull carved out of grey stone, and it lowered its head and charged. Jin went over it, planted one foot on its skull, and pushed off. Its horns tore the air under him. He came down behind it, turned, and cut across the backs of its legs.
It barely stumbled.
