Out of nowhere, Raylan hits him from the side. He barrels toward us from the direction of the house, tackling the Djinn sideways, taking him out at the knees so they roll over and over on the crushed stone. “Run, Riona!” Raylan shouts. He’s wrestling with the Djinn. He’s got no weapon either. Silver flashes as the Djinn swings the fish knife toward Raylan’s eye. Raylan grabs his wrist, barely twisting the blade in time so it cuts his cheek instead.
