Trevor stayed on the floor because that's where the smoke was least.

     Estelle ran at Klawmaker. As she reached him, he dropped, twisted, kept in perfect balance, gained momentum, then kicked her full in the gut, doubling her over. Fucking cunt.

     So where did Harper get off to? Klawmaker went for the exit because he figured that's where Trevor was probably headed. He'd have to grab Harper quick and...

     The blind man got in his way.

     "Move!" Klawmaker barked.

     Nothing from the blind guy. 

     Okay, fuck it. Klawmaker would just shove him out of the way.

     Didn't happen. Noel didn't budge.

     Klawmaker took a good, hard swing at Noel's face.

     The punch, Klawmaker's strongest, had no effect on Noel whatsoever.

     "It's my soul power," Noel explained. "I can't really be harmed, and I can't be moved unless I wish it."

     "Fuck you." 

     "Fine."

     "Excuse me," said a voice near Klawmaker's waist.

     Estelle had recovered from the punch.

     "Buh-bye, bitch," Klawmaker said as he went for his gun.

​     His hand never got anywhere near it.

     Estelle punched him so hard in the chest, he flew back twenty feet before bouncing off a wall of the courthouse.

     "Yeow!"

​     Klawmaker thought Estelle stopped his heart, she hit him so hard. He couldn't sense it beating for a couple of seconds there.

     That bitch packed a punch.

     He got his gun all the way out this second time he tried.

​     He aimed it at Estelle. 

​     Fucking cunt.

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