​     Hoby Barker, the Silver Centipede, smashed his fist through the top of the stagecoach.​ There'd been an Old West simulate up there riding shotgun. He yelped and jumped in front with the driver. 

​     Brock used his azure force to blast the top of the stagecoach to smithereens. Now, everyone in the coach could look up at the "sky". The Centipede flew away from the coach. The azure blast had damaged him hardly at all. He circled back around to attack the Valids anew, only this time he wasn't alone. 

     This time he had Belle Strom, the Silver Scorpion, with him.

     Brock blasted up out of the stagecoach. He shot Azure blasts at each of the Silvers, not hitting either of them but keeping them wary. 

     Then it was Shawnacy's turn to rise from the stagecoach. She held something firm in her right fist. She waved a sensor, and that something extended to become a battle staff almost as long as Nacy herself. Belle turned just as Nacy came up on her.

     Belle smiled.

     Oh yes, that flying bitch, she thought. 

     Now I'm going to have me a little fun. 

CONTINUE