Splat lifting

“I’ll teach you respect.” He wrapped his fingers into the soft metal of a car hood and spun the vehicle out of its spot. Its tires scraped on the floor and he swung it like a bat. Ryn rolled over top. The car crunched into the front grille of a Jeep. “What are you? Not asura. You’re a damned goddess, aren’t you? Think you can come down here and piss all over me on a full moon?”
He swung into a concrete pillar and powdered it. The choking dust flew into Ryn’s face, an attempt to blind her. He followed it up by snagging a coupe and rolling it through the air at her.
Ryn dove through the car’s passenger window, passed mid-roll through the cab, and burst through the driver-side door just before it crunched onto the floor. She alighted on the ceiling, gripping a metal rafter. “I will hear you scream,” she promised.
Her cloak shrank at the fringes, tightening so it wouldn’t get in her way. She was prepared now for battle.


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