More Wretch Combat

"You can see in the dark," he remarked. "So can I."


The hand snatched out, forearm consisting of multiple pieces that acted like crossbow and arrow, the arrow remaining attached to the rest of it. All to double the length of his arm. It made him faster at reaching than I was at flying. It seized me and then pulled me with it as it reeled in, slower than it'd reached out.


I wrapped my legs around it, gripped it with my good hand, and flew backward.


It pulled him off balance, pulled him closer to us.


That was what he was afraid of, after all. Getting close.


He braced himself, and I used Wretch strength. The Wretch hit and broke his arm in two places that I could see in his silhouette. It provided the strength to pull him forward onto his stomach, limbs out around him.


*****


He fired off an arm, reaching.


I kicked it, Wretch-strong, and booted it into the wall, shattering the mechanisms. Cryptid arched his back, suppressing a scream, then letting that suppressed scream become a chuckle instead.

- Breaking 14.12