Miles - Dodges Starling's Strike

They startle at the feeling of weight on their foot, and again when I arrive next to them, and I hear a shallow gasp before they launch a grappling hook, sending huge red claws flying straight at my face.

“Hey!” I shout as I push up off the nearest window lip and backflip, my left hand bracing against the glass to help launch me. I watch the grappling hook sail past, mere inches from the tip of my nose, as one foot and then the other fly over my head backwards. When I complete the backflip, I have enough momentum to extend both my legs forward and plant them firmly in their ribs.

They let out a heinously loud squawk of a sound and tumble sideways down the side of the building, scraping a claw against the glass as they fall.

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Chapter 7