Wretch Bite

I addressed the three workers. "Stand down. Kneel. I'll tie your wrists, we'll put you somewhere safe and warm."


They looked at one another, then charged me instead.


Wretch down.


The first one took a swing for my face. I brought my forcefield up again, just for a second, while moving my head in the direction of the incoming swing.


Blood spray painted the Wretch, and I had a glimpse from the inside of a face, mouth open, teeth bared. It had let him punch teeth, and brought teeth together. Far more damage than I'd wanted.


It was enough that the other two backed off.

- Dying 15.1