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- A woman lunged out of a hallway, catching Hookline off guard. She got in two quick cuts with her knife.
- *****
- "Shit," Clockblocker muttered. "She's holding on too tight."
- He was trying to pull the knife out of the woman's hand.
- "Heads up, coming down," I told him, before floating down, being careful with the gun I was hauling. In real life, there was no slapstick when a twelve-ton weapon was swung around haphazardly, only tragic brain damage. I took hold of the woman's knife and snapped it off at the handle.
- "That works, except, uh, hm. I don't even want to know how your forcefield works now," Clockblocker said.
- "She works very well right now. I'm hoping she stays that way," I said. I pushed the blade into the wall to the point there was nothing sticking out that could be pulled free and used against us.
- I was fully aware that there had been a few slips in my forcefield's performance, and it seemed to be tied to my mental state, and right now, my 'mental state' was me enduring a lot of nerve-jangling screaming.
- *****
- I looked around, then saw metal trim on a doorframe. I pulled it out, used a forcefield hand to strip away the extra bits of door, and then used it to tie up the time-frozen woman. Wrists and ankles.
- - Last 20.3
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