>>82672976>The head of the missile was the only thing he saw. The air grew still and thickened. >He continued to move his hand, palm open in a slapping motion—as fast as he could will his flesh to accelerate. >The tip of the Scorpion missile passed a centimeter from his head.>He reached out—fingertips brushed the metal casing—and slapped it aside. I think my manchild brain is amused. Its so ridiculous that I'm now tempted to read it for the laughs.
