Pins clones

I whirled around and leapt off of my perch, high into the air. As quickly as I could, I notched more arrows and took aim, pinning as many feet to the roof of the railcar as I could. I tried to convince myself that the screams, the obvious pain, didn’t get to me. That I felt nothing at all from seeing them suffer.

But I was just lying to myself. Atalanta was just what made it easier to believe.

I landed in the middle of the yard again, and leapt back off almost immediately as the clones tried to swarm me. I pinned a few more feet to the ground as the wind whistled past my ears, but even before my eyes, the clones were yanking the arrows free and continuing on, limping and injured but undaunted.

I came back down again on the roof of another railcar, much closer now to Noelle, who spun around and started towards me again, now that I was in range. I lifted Tauropolos and notched another arrow, and I hesitated, glancing for a short moment at the army of clones that had turned to come my way, too.