Spin

I half-placed, half-threw the tech, letting it skid to the middle of the designated area.

Capes were diving into the Machine Army situation, here. I waited to make sure the gun was secure. Byron let the light blue motes become mist, and where the mist touched, they left layers of ice.

He buried it in ice, while still drawing out the other shape.

I threw myself into the mist.

Spin, I thought. Forcefield whirling around me, extra limbs extended. To move the dust away.

Drones were revealed, not even twenty feet from where my team was.

- Last 20.1