“Go!” I screamed at the mother. “Run!”
She did. Mannequin reached out to extend a blade into the back of her leg, and she fell, but someone else hurried forward to help her.
Ooh! Some people in the crowd are actually carrying on the helping at their own risk now!
Mannequin’s left leg snaked around my throat in an impromptu headlock.
That sounds potentially more effective than slicing.
I tried to slip out, to force his leg apart. Even though I could move it, I couldn’t squeeze my head through the gap.
I think you must’ve misunderstood, Taylor. I said get him to tie himself up, not tie you up. :p
Not counting the time I’d spent lying on the ground, buying time, how long had I lasted? Less than thirty seconds?
To be fair, the only real advantages you had were the armor and a little bit of melee combat training.
Four blades sprung from the calf of his right leg. He extended it high above me, and they began to rotate, slowly at first, then faster, like the blades of a fan. Or a food processor.
The term is “whirling blade pitcher”, thank you very much.
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