Blocking multiples of attacks

Grudges. Even if we had the same enemy, he wasn't willing to even talk.

He threw another bike. This one was more on-target. I flew to evade, and saw motion in the corner of my eye. Nailbiter.

Sveta grabbed my arm, tugged, but with my flight not moving me in that same direction, there was a moment's lag. Nailbiter's fingers stabbed at me, and I was forced to throw up the Wretch, forcing Sveta's hand away.

Fingers and motorcycle glanced off of the wretch within a half-second of one another.

- Shadow 5.9