overpowers Scar-Eye

Scar Eye howled as his back touched the Bane and seized me with terrified strength. His arms fouled my wings and we both crashed to the floor. He bounced to his feet like rubber, took up his hatchet, and smashed it down at me. I rolled clear as he struck thrice more in a single breath, the mortal hatchet raising sparks from the concrete floor and sending chips of poured stone flying.
Tick tick tick went the boom.
I caught the gremlin leader’s wrists as he brought the hatchet up for a blow and we struggled for control of the weapon, bodies straining.
“Your lord will fall,” the gremlin’s buzzing voice murmured. “His house will be laid waste. It is only a matter of time. One night, one day.”
“But not this night!” I snarled, and then I surged with the full strength of my body and whirled with Scar Eye, driving the mortal hatchet’s edge into the thin steel of the refrigerator doors. The hatchet sank into it to the eye and stuck there.
Scar Eye stared at the weapon, his eye wide, then whirled to me.

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