Love Lost kicking ass

Colt staggered back, an arm encircling her neck. Her first thought was that it was one of Love Lost's mercenaries, and that she'd somehow crossed a line or gotten her just desserts.

Her other thought was that Love Lost was stalking toward her. Her right claw extended into whips with sharp metal caps at the end.

Colt tried to bring her gun up to shoot at the guy who had her. When her hand raised, however, there was no weight in it and no gun.

She felt a gun press against her back. Though it was a heavy, hairy man's arm that held her, the voice in her ear was feminine. "You just shot my friend, you fucking lunatic."

*****

Colt screwed her eyes shut, saw Love Lost doing the same, as Lookout raised her gun.

*****

Colt found herself able to breathe again, unsure why she'd even stopped. Love Lost shoved past her, and started whipping at the air.

"You need to help!" Colt shouted at Love Lost, her voice too high, tremulous. The mercenaries that had been part of her flanking group were on the ground, and she couldn't remember them getting beat.

*****

Something hit her across the side of the face. She fell.

It was Love Lost who picked her up again, her grip hard enough that metal claws threatened to pierce skin. Love Lost's claws were slick with blood.

*****

Love Lost wheeled around, striking out with her whips, hitting empty air, then leaped backward, riggings on her legs snapping out as they fired like gun chambers, giving her a slight boost. Her feet scraped against the wall, and she ran on the surface for five running steps.

She bounded down, toward Damsel, Nailbiter, and Lookout.

*****

In the background, it looked like Love Lost was winning, propelling herself from Nailbiter's claws to strike Damsel in the air.

*****

Weird, considering they had this contingent captive. Two of Breakthrough, one Undersider, three Heartbroken. Two of those had been shot, one lacerated so badly by Love Lost's whips that she couldn't walk