Estelle turned and punched her way through the flailing bodies fighting all around her. She pushed soldiers out of the way. She jumped over others.

     She got to within eight feet of Adam when Hoby Barker clunked down in front of her. 

     "Where you going, sweetheart?" he asked. "Want to canoodle a little?" ​

​     "Not with you, fuckface." She went to punch him, and he used a couple dozen of his arms to defend himself. Estelle was so strong and so pissed by then that she punched right through his arms to hit his chest with enough force to crack the armor. He went to grab her with a couple dozen of his other arms, but she wasn't having any of that, either. She kicked his knee hard enough to make it buckle. 

     Twenty seconds left. Nineteen. 

CONTINUE