Wretch disarming

He was quick to fire. Accurate enough to hit my forcefield. I grabbed his foot and wrenched him from the roof, swinging him down, letting him drop halfway while I followed him and held onto him, before kicking him in the face, to send him on his way. The Wretch snatched the gun he held, holding it by the barrel.


I rose up and twisted more sharply in the air before dismissing the forcefield. The upward momentum served to toss the gun up, and I caught it in my hands.


I didn't like the feel of it. Didn't like what it represented, that we were at this point.

- Heavens 12.7