She pulled the pin free, and black smoke began billowing from the upper end of the canister.
Hm, I guess she’s got some variety in her blinding arsenal.
It was suicidal, perhaps one of the dumbest things I’d done yet: I charged her.
Oh jeez. What are you thinking, Taylor?
She was already standing, holding the canister out in front of her to ensure the plumes of colored smoke obscured her quickly. I struck at her hand with my baton, knocking the smoke grenade to the ground. I stooped for it, but she stepped forward, blocking it with her body, seizing my shoulders.
Would getting a hold of it even help much?
She wrestled me to one side of the alley, perhaps to try and push me away and buy time for the smoke to build up, maybe for another angle. I wouldn’t find out, because I brought my baton against the side of her face.
I got a sense from the feeling of the hit that she didn’t wear any armor or protective wear beneath the cowl and mask.
Ooh, bad move, Night. Maybe it’s your turn to be concussed.