The pain from being thrown around was belatedly making itself known. Bruises, I could deal with. Just so long as my body moved where and when I needed it to. I felt the dull ache of a building headache.
Hm. A headache is not good – it has seemed to mess with her power a bit before, if I remember correctly.
From where I’d been gripped in the headlock?
Okay. Still in one piece, more or less. How much time had I bought? One minute? One and a half? Could I hold out for long enough? Could the bystanders?
I think the answer to that is a loud, resounding…
maybe?
The moment my bugs arrived would be the moment I could begin my plan. I’d still have to survive after that, and there was no guarantee it would work. In fact, my gut was telling me it was a long shot.
At least she has the unspoken plan guarantee on her side. I’m very much looking forward to seeing what she’s trying to do.
Thirty seconds to a minute. I was panting for breath, counting every second that he silently stared at me as something I should value.
He seems to like doing that a lot. Maybe there’s more to it, like perhaps a sense that’s kinda slow?
What was going on behind that expressionless mask? Was he coming up with a battle plan? Maybe, maybe not. He didn’t really need one. It could be that he was calculating how best to destroy me: not just killing me, but ruining me.
I don’t know. He does seem to delight in taunting, but he appears to be quite efficient with his killing tactics.
There were enough ways he could do it. Inflicting lifelong scars and injury. Or he could go down the opposite road and murder the civilians, leaving me as the only one standing.
That last one seems more like his style based on what he was doing when she came in, but the former is also in line with his body modification thing.
Both were very real possibilities, both devastating in their own way.
And “both” is also an option.
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