Obliteration

> > A flash of light beside me. Obliteration. He knelt down, something metal in his hands. A manacle? With a chain attached to it?

> > A ball and chain, like from the old days—the type prisoners would wear. Sparks! What kind of person had one of those handy, ready to go grab? He clasped it onto my ankle.

> > “You have a shield to protect you from my heat,” Obliteration said. “So you are prepared for that. But not for this, I suspect.”

> > He kicked the iron ball over the side of the roof.

> Chapter 13, Firefight