He didn’t slow or hesitate at my words.
“Bastard!” I ran for him. It was a hundred percent possible he was baiting me, forcing me into a situation where I had to do something stupid or let the mom and the little kid get hurt.
There’s a good chance of that, yes. Either that or he just doesn’t care about Taylor anymore.
Maybe if I’d been a harder person, I could have let him hurt them, knowing it was smarter in the long run. But I wasn’t capable of doing that.
Yeah, in that case she would probably have taken the tactical advantage of staying down.
What could I even do? I had to make the call in the three or four seconds it took me to cross the floor of the factory. He was more than half-again as tall as I was, and my weapons couldn’t do anything to him.
I guess the best she could do with her weapons would be to knock him off-balance, but with how his body works, that would be of limited use.
I threw myself at the backs of his legs, colliding with the back of his knees and his calves. Not all of his precarious balance was an act.
…or she could do it with her body. Fair enough!
He teetered and collapsed backward onto the floor, his legs on top of me.
Reminds me of a recent incident involving me, a ditch and my new bicycle.
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