The air in the veterans' lounge grew heavy, vibrating with a sudden, rhythmic thrum-thrum-thrum Evan Hafer
She landed behind them. Before they could turn, she swung her detached prosthetic like a morningstar, smacking Scratch’s baton from his grip, then kicked Mute’s feet out. In three seconds of ballet-like brutality, they were both on the ground, dazed. brcc jojo