Without Noel, Shawnacy was vulnerable.

​     She flew maybe twenty feet in Estelle's direction when an alloy-uniformed warrior swooped out of the sky to slam into her. Together, they rocketed for the ground. A huge, thick silver tail with a pincer at the end protruded from the alloy-uniformed warrior's butt.

​     She was called the Silver Scorpion.

​     Belle Strom.

​     A warrior who, at the moment, had every intention of smashing Shawnacy's skull against the unforgiving pavement below.

     "No!"

​     This from Brock. He'd emerged from the van just in time to see the whole thing. He sent an energy blast that slammed into the Silver Scorpion's back. At the same time, Shawnacy twisted from Belle's grasp to fly free. Ninety percent of Nacy's training with the Azure involved getting the most out of her power of flight. She angled upward long before she hit the sidewalk.

​     As for Brock:

​     He never saw the Silver Centipede coming...

     ...although he should have been more aware.

​     He knew the Silvers traveled as a pair.

​     Hoby Barker slammed into Brock using the full force of his Silver Centipede uniform, and, although Brock wasn't hurt, he stayed protected by his azure force field, it jarred him and pitched him forward.

​     Shawnacy reached Estelle at the pontoon.

​     She grabbed Estelle's outstretched hand, and together they flew at Hoby and Brock.

     "Throw me at him!" Estelle yelled.

​     Nacy shot her look that asked, again, are you sure?

     "Do it!"

​     Hoby got all ready to press the attack on Brock, really let his fury go, when...

     The beautiful, flying blonde bitch threw that other bitch, that ugly, little hunchback, that Estelle, right on his back!

     Fuck!

​     He hated fighting Estelle. She was strong enough to be able to tear his metallic arms completely out of their sockets! Fuck her!

     "Bitch!"

​     Not only that, but that flying blonde stuck around, too. She pulled a small, round cylinder from her belt and waved a sensor along its side. The ends of the cylinder extended until it became a battle staff. She bopped Hoby dozens of times with that damned staff of hers, and she was quick and good at it so none of Hoby's metallic arms could get a grip on it. He had one bitch in front of him and another one on his back tearing the shit out of his armor.

     Fuck!

​     And where was Belle? Where the fuck did the Silver Scorpion go?


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