The woman didn’t have a response, beyond continued struggles. Though Flechette kept to an exercise regimen, spent four nights a week in the gym, she was still only seventeen, and the woman had a good fifty or more pounds of weight advantage. The woman pulled free and staggered back, gave her an angry look.
If not for that blasted Manton effect, Flechette could’ve caused gravity to temporarily stop working on the woman, causing her to lose her footing and most of the weight advantage.
When the lady stepped forward, toward the fallen, bloodied man, Flechette stepped in her way. The woman didn’t back off, so Flechette raised her arbalest a fraction.
What are you going to do? As far as I know, you don’t have tranq needles.
That was apparently enough. The woman scowled further, then turned and fled the scene, half-running, half-limping.
Fair enough.
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