Tears out of machine army's grapple

Grappling hooks fired out, striking at my forcefield, destroying it, then caught onto the metal of my costume.

I flew forward, wincing with every impact, forceful enough when they hit my breastplate to make me stop midway through exhaling or inhaling. The impacts at my wrist or shin made pain jolt from the end of the limb to the other, my fingers or feet briefly going numb.

The forcefield came back, and I tore my way free.

But in shaking ten of the grappling hooks free, flying twenty feet forward, I found myself facing another twenty latching claws.

*****

I shook my way free of the grappling claws. More came- and this time Sveta grabbed them out of the air.

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