The residual foam on my glove made my hand sticky as I reached into the compartment at my back and grabbed my baton.
Oh damn, she’s not just going for a punch, she’s getting armed.
It took me two tries to get my thumb onto the button so I could whip it out to its full length.
She’s ready to beat some sense into Bitch.
That said, this is giving the others time to react and possibly step in.
I strode towards Bitch, weapon in hand. Tattletale hurried to catch up to me, turning to keep an uneasy eye on the ongoing fight with the Protectorate.
And that was when Tattletale knew… something was fucked up.
“Hey, Skitter!” Tattletale grabbed my shoulder.
I wonder to what extent her power has filled her in on what just happened by now.
I whirled to face her, hand clenching my baton. I could see the change in her expression as some piece fell in place for her.
Ah, there it is.
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