A Little Teaser From Chapter 12

[Bob Schroeck]

There was a flicker of shining skin and a whiff of ozone, and
Leon found his Earthshaker abruptly yanked out of his grasp hard
enough to leave his fingertips tingling. The silver woman
studied it for a moment. "Excuse me," she said in heavily-
accented Japanese. "Is not for a policeman with little gun to
fire on a Warrior." With quick, effortless movements, she
flattened the full length of the revolver's barrel between her
thumb and forefinger, then rolled it up against the cylinder like
a ribbon on a spool. Then she held the gun between her hands and
crushed it into a ball. A pair of muffled explosions and a few
wisps of acrid smoke from between her fingers announced the
detonation of the remaining bullets, but neither her grip nor her
expression changed.

"Here." She reached out to take one of his hands, turned it up,
and dropped the wadded mass of metal into his gloved palm. Leon
distantly observed that the Earthshaker's remains were noticeably
warm even through the leather. "Is *not* for a policeman with
little gun to fire on a Warrior," she repeated with grim
emphasis, then glanced over her shoulder. "Excuse, please, now.
Must play more with the blue girl." She turned, and with another
air-shattering blast she disappeared, only to reappear in front
of Priss, who was now on the ground, apparently tripped and
entangled by Sangnoir's scissoring legs.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.