Lands on her feet

Splat took her knees in both hands, spun, and tossed her across the parking deck. Ryn let him. She reoriented in the air like a cat, landed gently on the face of a parked bus, and slid to the floor.
“Next time I get a hold of you I’m going to rape every part of you,” he snarled.
She laughed at him.
“What’s so funny? You think I’m going to tickle you? You think I’m playing games, you bitch? I’ll make you feel every inch.”
“You talk too much. Is that why you’re so bad at this?”
He lunged and she melted away. He let loose an onslaught of blows, each one slow. He hadn’t overpowered her in a grapple where Ryn’s mobility was limited, and on open ground he simply couldn’t touch her. She angled her body around one blow, rolled her shoulder to avoid a second. Each step he took, she countered, and each blow met vacant air. He backed her into a pillar, but she knew it was there. She ducked.
His fist powdered a chunk of concrete and Ryn stepped behind him. Four strands from her kanaf unfurled and tightened like a noose around Splat and the pillar. She cinched it with one pull, fastening him there.


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