Inserts into nervous system

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.
“It’s mine,” Splat whined. “It’s my body. I earned it.”
“Now it’s mine.” And with the slightest vibration of her kanaf, she fired pain through every nerve. He screamed. She vibrated the wires lower, longer, and the scream changed volume and tenor. Ryn tilted her head to the side, intrigued by the new instrument she had made. Then she scraped the wires, hard, and he cut loose with obscenities that evolved into a sound no longer human.
He jerked. His flesh went limp. The words came from a slack, unmoving mouth, his voice different when it was just the as
ura and not the human vocal cords: “Fine. You want me out? Fine. But, monster—”
Ryn felt pleased he’d figured it out. Demonstration successful.
“—whoever you are, wherever you’re from, I will punish you. You wait. You won’t see us coming.” A thin vapor dissipated from the host’s lips into the air.
Ryn retracted her cloak and her skin buzzed. She could sense the asura in the room. She could not see an asura without consuming psilocybin mushrooms, but she detected his presence. Car lights flicked on and off, signs of his power.


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