kills club lights

“Comic book, huh?” I said. “Have it your way.”
“Three,” she chirped.
Guns swiveled to me. A dozen men took aim.
“Hexus!” I snarled, unleashing a wave of disruptive energy.
And every light in the place blew out in a shower of sparks, plunging the club into darkness.
Guns started going off, but only from the most confident or stupid gunmen, so I wasn’t cut to ribbons. I was already moving. Hitting a moving target isn’t easy, not even when it’s fairly close. Hitting one in the dark is even harder. Hitting one moving in sporadic flashes of light is harder yet.
I got lucky, or none of them did—however you want to think of it—and I got to the thugs beside Tania in one piece.


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