I directed every curse word I knew at the belt and armor panels I’d placed around my hips as I tried to work myself free.
While this is better writing, I would honestly have enjoyed actually seeing this string of curses written out.
My hips and rear end were proving as difficult as my chest had been, and with my upper body being further away, I couldn’t get the same leverage push myself out with my arms. Minutes passed as I grunted and struggled.
Surely this all is someone’s fetish.
I could hear inarticulate screams, shouted threats, screamed warnings and the noise of destruction on the street below as paranoia gave way to violence.
I doubt only the capes are affected, so I’m sure some of the civilians are fighting too.
I brought Atlas to my side, but even with his strength and his horn, he wasn’t strong enough to affect the concrete.
At least she remembers Atlas.
I used his help to squeeze myself out, bracing his horn against the lip of the concrete sheet and pulling.
Nice.
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