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- “Murder Rat, she’s on the top-”
- She pushed herself free of the vent, lunging, drawing her claws together as if she were diving into water from a height. Her narrow, emaciated body slipped right between the railings of the ascending and descending stairs.
- “Incoming!” I shouted. I pushed the others back as I could reach them. The only ones in reach were Rachel and Crucible.
- ...
- She lashed out, striking, only her target was exposed skin, this time. Vista’s face, Crucible’s jaw. Bastard’s shoulder.
- And then she kicked the wall, drawing her shoulders together as she slid between Clockblocker’s legs, her nose pointed at the gap in the railing.
- Clockblocker shifted his foot to make contact with the long blades at her toes, touching her, and froze her in place.
- “My face,” Vista whispered.
- “Put pressure on it,” Crucible said. His own face was bleeding badly, but he didn’t even seem to notice.
- And, more troubling, the wound was smoking. Murder Rat’s power.
- - Worm, Sting 26.3
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