Cuts gun in half

He lunged and Ryn caught him. She tossed him over her shoulder and folded him in the front of a sedan. He pushed out from the metal cavity and Ryn met him with her fists, because her claws would have killed host and asura alike. She painted him with concussive blows. Side of the neck. Ribs, ribs, thigh. He tried a kick. She broke the femur. No more kicks, she decided.
He produced a gun. She punched the weapon with a knife-hand strike of her claws. It cut the weapon into two neat halves.
Splat’s other hand produced a knife. She deflected it with her hardened palm and threw her shoulder into him. He stumbled onto the broken leg, screamed, and fell to his knee. She flattened him facedown and drove a hundred razor wires from her kanaf into the space below the bump on the back of his neck. He tried to push up, but the syringe-thin wires coiled along his spinal column. She threaded gossamer into his nervous system. His arms twitched and went limp.


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