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     Trevor dropped back to stand with Niki. "This ain't working."

     "Twirl-a-whirl."

     "Seriously?"

     "We got good at it back at training. You got a better idea?"

     "I'm not using this whip. I don't trust it."

     "Good. Now I don't have to worry about you slicing me."

     Back to back again.

     Trevor called for his wrist blades, sharper than any razor, by far.

     Niki had her laser blade in one hand and her laser whip in the other.

     "Now," Niki said.

     They spun like a merry-go-round out of control.  

     Trevor slashed an arm, a thigh. 

     Niki used her whip as a way to keep her assailants away from her. Anyone got too close, they'd get a taste of Niki's laser knife. Even though they were being attacked, she didn't want to kill anybody unless she absolutely had to. Before any killing really got started, she wanted to figure out exactly where they were and what the fuck was going on. 

     But, damn, they weren't making it easy on her.

     Niki and Trevor had to go into what looked like an improvisational dance to avoid getting slashed by any laser whips as they drew closer, closer to the way out.

     Then, more assailants with more laser whips flooded in.

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