My arm smarted where I’d been cut, and my ear throbbed. I swallowed hard, glancing towards the ring, where people lay in heaps, and only two-thirds of the combatants were either injured, unconscious, dead or playing dead.
Yeeah, this is gonna go on a bit longer.
Really, the best case scenario for Taylor & co. regarding Bryce is that he gets knocked out but is otherwise okay. That way it’s pretty much just an issue of picking him up afterwards.
If he wins, against all odds, things are gonna be a bit harder, and if he dies… yeeah, Sierra won’t be happy.
Not that I think she’ll be happy in any outcome once she finds out what Bryce did to her.
Feeling pressured, Senegal reached for his gun, but was forced to duck back and to the side to avoid being bludgeoned by a heavy metal lock one of the Merchants had clipped to the end of a length of chain.
Woah. Got a pretty good makeshift flail, there, buddy.
The follow-up swing knocked his weapon from his hand. Someone else, a stocky man with eyebrows like caterpillars, moved through the gap to charge for me bare handed.
Shit.
Also, “eyebrows like caterpillars” is a great description.
Could be worse. I set my balance and readied to strike with my knives, waiting until he closed in and-
I don’t think this cutting off is a good sign.
I really don’t think it’s a good sign.
And I was somewhere else.
What?
Is Trickster here?
It was like remembering something profound that I’d forgotten. I’d seen this before.
A flashback in-universe, basically?
Whatever this is, it really sounds like powers are involved. But who’s doing it? Caterpillar dude, or someone else? Maybe one of the capes on-stage decided to mess with some of the people in the crowd?
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