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- Azazel’s chest opened, and a grappling hook speared out. Still trying to recover from dodging the foam, I couldn’t dodge it. It seized me, and I hurried to climb over the railing that surrounded the now-empty fountain to keep Azazel from drawing me up into its chest. Or into the foam that wreathed its head.
- I climbed under the railing, to see if I could wind it up any further, then jerked to a stop. The hook was frozen in midair, still clutching the armor at my chest and shoulder.
- Right. So this was how they’d planned to counteract Siberian.
- I couldn’t free myself, and I couldn’t fight back, so I waited.
- Armsmaster had said this technology drained his batteries, but Azazel could have a major power source in its chest.
- It took only a minute before the hook went limp. I managed to pry myself free.
- Monarch 16.5
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