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     Niki used her laser whip as a way to keep her assailants and their laser whips at bay. The last thing she wanted was to get singed again by one of those fucking things. 

     Trevor dodged a whip that came at him at chest level. The only way to avoid it was to fall back until he almost fell flat on his back. He rolled to his left, then uprighted himself, always hovering on his anti-grav sneakers. After four years, he'd really learned how to use those things. 

     He coldcocked an assailant with a hammer punch to the face. 

     Ow!

     Trevor's knuckles screamed at him. 

     Use the ​side of your fist, he hollered at himself.

     As the guy fell back, Trevor grabbed the wrist of another assailant and twisted it in such a way that the guy had no choice but to let go of his laser whip. Trevor had it in his hand just as another whip zizzed his way. It looked like the whip was at least going to...

     ZIZZZZZZ!

     The guy's head fell away from his body.

     Niki.

     As they, together, turned to face what assailants remained, Niki said, "I could get used to these things."

     "I'm afraid I'm going to whip my own arm off," Trevor said. 

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