Her gaze fell on the arm she had shot off and the machete still in its hand. Immediately, she planted one foot on the wrist and bent down to rip the Weapon out of the dead fingers. What the hell, it was his, after all. She flipped the machete into the proper position and let fly.

It was a lousy throwing weapon but fortunately, that was no problem for her newly upgraded motor skills. The blade landed right in the center of his belly and stuck there.

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