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- Reflexively, emotions boiling over in a release of the frustration I'd felt earlier, I went after Hookline. A flying charge. I'd break him-
- The hook caught Foil, who had been hunched over. Swept her into my path. I had to divert course.
- Attack, was the impulse.
- The length of the hook and chain doubled up in loose loops that filled the space between Hookline and me. A snare, waiting for me to fly into it.
- With the artificial emotions running through me, I felt like flying right through it and winning regardless was a really fucking good idea, because fuck that two-bit villain. Fuck everyone responsible here.
- I changed course as I reached the length of chain, adjusting my orientation to cannonball through one of the spots he might not have anticipated. It closed around me, but while it dragged at me, slowing me down, it didn't catch me.
- The hook reversed course, flying my way. Invincible, high-velocity, and the first step to me being wound up and then hurled around however he chose.
- - Blinding 11.11
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