Side ride

War slung Chaoseater across his back once more and slapped the butt end of the cannon to his shoulder. Left hand on the pommel of the saddle, he slipped his right foot from the stirrups and spun. He hung, now, off Ruin’s side, held fast by left foot and left hand, facing back the way they’d come. The Redemption cannon roared, again and again, and those angels who’d been entering through the shattered wall crumpled in smoking heaps.

With a satisfied nod, War threw his leg back over the saddle, returning to his proper position and transferring the cannon to its intended—and far less awkward—two-handed grip.

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The Abomination Vault, Chapter 9