rare shellbeat

Hrmphhh mphhh mrmphhh! (Maybe if I struggle enough somebody will notice we're not consenting passengers and rescue us) I think not realizing the windows are tinted so nobody can see me anyway."You two, the abandoned area we are about to enter will become ever so slightly more bumpy. But no need to worry, as it's nothing compared to what you are about to experience after our arrival."

But at that moment, a memory flashed through his mind, something Noah said to him after he lost his arm. ‘People don’t know how to fight someone with missing or prosthetic limbs. It throws them off balance, and he took advantage of that. No one expects to be kicked in the chest with a peg leg.’ He glanced at Ingram, focused entirely on the fall and keeping Roc restrained. From the look in his eyes, he was most worried about Roc’s free wing getting in the way or failing to pull away in time and crashing with him. For all of his focus, all of his determination, his guard was dropped entirely.

Their movements were rapid and well-practiced, displaying years of training to hone their martial arts. They did their best to avoid touching each other’s hands, but contact was inevitable, each having to negate the other’s attack. Every time their hands met, jets of steam and smoke would hiss from the contact, with Falco’s water coming to a boil, and Viktor’s flesh threatening to crack from the quenching.