I sighed a little, watching as Barker looked to the others, then over at Charlotte, as if they’d be joining him in his amusement. None did.
“Oh come on, guys! That was funny!”
Biter earned a brownie point in my book by staying quiet and simply watching.
I caught my baton from behind my back and swung it underhand, still folded up, into Barker’s chin.
Taylor, please. You asked. He demonstrated. He even had the courtesy to ask if you wanted a demonstration first.
His teeth clacked shut with percussive force, and I stepped closer to push at his upper body while hooking at the chair leg with my foot to pull it in my direction. He toppled backwards, his head hitting the wall behind him.
Taylor, you’re being a spoilsport.
I suppose it’s not unreasonable that this could be part of his power. Making people agitated at his taunts.
Kind of unfortunate when you’re not a Brute.
I didn’t have a full measure of his ability, but I did know his mouth was his weapon. It made me look weaker, but I stepped back so his legs and the chair seat gave me cover in the event that he decided to attack me.
If he does, it’s your own damn fault, unless his power does mess with your head.
