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- Naibiter's claws.
- I was already descending, and taking action meant a trajectory change, the momentum already there. I struck the claws from above, driving them down toward the ground. Though rigid, they bowed beneath the pressure from above.
- *****
- I caught the nails, and I lifted, hauling them up, so they wouldn't be a barrier for the van.
- Nailbiter's distant figure barely moved. But the 'nails' came hard. More than fifteen, pale and narrow, passing me, stabbing into the street, stabbing a nearby building face. One hit the Wretch, and the other hit me, grazing the underside of my fucking foot.
- In the same moment I reacted, the fingers I was gripping withdrew, slipping from my grasp. Too fast, too silent, no cues, and it was too dark to see what I was fighting.
- - Blinding 11.10
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