He had me in a headlock, but the rest of me was free to move. Gripping my baton with both hands, I swung it into the whirling blades with as much strength as my leverage afforded me.
Nice. Put a spoke in his whirl!
My baton went flying out of my grip, but the blades stopped. My heart sank as I saw them begin to rotate again, slowly.
Well, that’s unfortunate.
They didn’t return to the same blurring speed they’d been at before. A few seconds passed, and they retracted back into his leg.
Looks like she did manage to damage something!
Either that or he just changed his mind.
I might have been relieved, but I was still in his grip.
I’m sure he has plenty of other ways to kill you.
Go go Gadget murder weapon!
He heaved me upward, positioning himself with two hands and one leg on the ground, the other leg holding me up high. My toes scrabbled to touch ground and fell short.
Time for some yoga!
The grip on my neck wasn’t perfect: it wasn’t cutting off my blood flow, it barely impacted my breathing, but it still hurt, and my neck strained with the weight of the rest of my body.
Oww.
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