I raised the gun that had nearly knocked the door off its hinges and pulled the trigger, aiming it at both Weld and Grue. Nothing. Whether it was due to a lack of charge, a malfunction, or whatever, it just didn’t work.
Dang it.
Weld began to charge us, and he was nearly to us when Imp stepped in his way and tried to fire.
Tried to?
“Don’t-” Tattletale started.
As with my gun, the flamethrower didn’t work. Weld clobbered her just as she was beginning to utter a swear word, catching her with both hands to fling her aside. She tumbled into a sign. That put him only a few paces from me.
IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME
Shadow Stalker was already running toward us. She entered her shadow state to leap forward, interjecting herself between us and him before going solid. There was no grace in her movement as she threw herself at him, no particular technique she employed.
All about getting her there ASAP.
They slammed into one another, and she went limp, her body getting tangled up in his legs as he trampled her to the ground.
Ouch.
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