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- Holding it firm in my mind, I dove for Withdrawal. I snatched him up. I had a fleeting glance of Finale.
- Rather than carry him to safety, I used momentum and flung him across the floor, relying on the metal rig and its propensity to skid.
- He stopped himself against the wall, using the springs, then twisted around, aiming his pill popper.
- I saved others, grabbing them.
- The Fragile One fired the gun, placing the shots only when I was willing it, only when I was keeping an eye on things, to make sure nobody flew into the way.
- Pressing the attack.
- Staying low to the ground, watching the environment, I saved three people.
- Others jumped in. Helping. When I saw people losing courage, I gave pulses of courage. When I saw them succumbing to the fear and head-fuckery, I gave them a taste of righteous 'fuck you'.
- "I need you to get me in there!" Sveta called out to me.
- "Okay, but- I don't have my forcefield."
- She gave me a confused look. Then a golden beam stabbed out, striking the shield the Simurgh was using to protect herself, until Byron pierced it with a spike of stone. She connected the dots, looking back over her shoulder.
- The Fragile One was there, visible in the shadows of dust. Chest open, ribs splayed, a hole big enough for me to move through. Her arms were extended, gripping the gun Dragon had given me, aiming it.
- - Last 20.3
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