Takeout

I snarled as I took flight, Wretch out, and hit the ground to kick up dirt, sending it her way. I had to assume she needed to see to use those blades.


She created a cloud of them around herself, reached to her side, and drew a gun.


I hit the fold of maze above, where Cretan's power had stretched out the building facing the station, and let the rubble fall. I reversed course, flipping upside down -feeling a bit dizzy from my earlier impact- and reversed course, hitting the ledge fist-first.


To bring rubble down on Lionwing. The cloud of blades became a solid bubble, a shield.


I broke another bit of rubble away, and used a burst of Wretch strength to hurl it, aiming not for her, but for where the bubble met ground. Things were less interlocked there, and the chunk of concrete half-crumbled, half-bounced through.


It was an opportunity, where she couldn't see me clearly and she was off-balance. I fought her like I'd fight myself, grabbing another bit of concrete that broke off to be smaller than I'd hoped for, and hurling it, before changing directions.


The concrete hit one side of her bubble, and the entire thing shifted before exploding out in that direction. I grabbed her gun-hand in the moment the now-exposed mercenary wheeled around to point it at me, almost catching it between my arm and armpit.


Her hand firmly in my grip, I smashed into her, driving her into the ground. Her body rolled a short distance, her arm stayed with me.

- Heavens 12.9