Cricket collapsed, large quantities of blood spilling through her fingers and around her hands, where they clutched her throat.
And Shatterbird just had to hit the throat, too. As if Cricket didn’t have enough problems with that.
“Now it’s just you and me,” Shatterbird said. She dusted herself off, not giving any concern to the sharp edges of the glass shards that made up her garment. “We talk.”
I wonder if Shatterbird ever uses her ability to move glass on her garment to let her fly.
“I think I’ll kill you instead,” Hookwolf growled.
It’s weird how reasonable this sounds at this point.
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