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Her hand flexed on her katana, but she showed no intention of using it. <span class="mu-r">“Couldn’t chase you even if I tried.”</span> she admitted. <span class="mu-r">“Our cars are all gunk'd up, and so are our guns. I don’t think any of us are going anywhere anytime soon.”</span>
You nodded your appreciation, but she didn’t stop talking.
<span class="mu-r">“Can’t say for sure whether the boss sent a second or third team, though. He doesn’t tell me everything, and I’m pretty sure he just put me out here to deal with the rabble.”</span> she said, letting her gaze drift to you. <span class="mu-r">“I think you and your friends are the rabble. So my job’s done.”</span>
You opened your mouth to reply, but Mary surprised you by tearing herself free of the last vestiges of your webbing and raising her sword. <span class="mu-r">“Don’t blink.”</span> she said with a teasing smile, and brought the blade down, and then across. You almost lost track of her sword a few times, but you followed her advice and sat still. It was only mildly unnerving when you knew you were putting your faith in a crazy lady that could switch your spider sense off. You still didn’t know exactly how that worked, but you had to wonder how the fight might’ve gone if she had done that earlier.
After a few seconds, Mary returned her swords to their sheathes and you were free to move about as you pleased. She had managed to accurately cut the strands that were holding you in place. You stretched your muscles and winced in response. You were covered in countless cuts, bruises, abrasions and burns. Your pristine new suit was looking a little worse for wear, as well. You’d have to get Phin to fix it up for you later.
Just then, a pillar of light shot up into the sky, sending a tingling sensation along your skin. It was jagged and angry, almost looked like a…lightning bolt?
Mary breathed out through her nose and turned to walk away. She had a pronounced limp. <span class="mu-r">“You should probably check on that.”</span> she advised, before disappearing into an alleyway. Her subordinates didn’t seem to like that one bit.
<span class="mu-g">“What the hell is that, Benny?”</span> Flint asked, forming up beside you.
<span class="mu-r">“Nothing good, I think.”</span> you groaned, firing a webline into the sky and opening up comms as you pulled yourself into the air. You could only assume that Flint was following close behind you.
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