The crowd might have turned to fight her, but they lacked the courage. They scattered.
If they teamed up, a large amount of Merchant mundanes could probably take on Bonesaw, but they’re too unorganized and cowardly.
But I can’t blame them for the latter under these circumstances.
Jack twirled his closed straight-razor around his fingers. “Cherish, stand up. You’re missing the show.”
Obediently, Cherish raised herself up. She lifted her head just in time to see a blur of white and black against the night sky, followed by a large explosion from the side of Squealer’s flying aircraft.
…maybe I was hasty in concluding that Siberian couldn’t use her power to super-jump.
It tilted and bounced against the side of a nearby building, scraps of metal shearing off to land in the midst of the crowd. A series of small detonations that ripped forth from the interior of the aircraft cast just enough light for Jack and Cherish to see Siberian striding across the deck, one of the Merchants in her grip.
Her hand grip, or her mouth grip?
In a heartbeat, she’d torn the woman’s limbs from their sockets and buried her teeth in the woman’s neck.
Om nom nom.
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