Dax squinted his eyes, staring at his companion who'd just had his head handed to him—literally.
"Don't be too full of yourself. You just caught us off guard—"
SWOOSH!
Whatever he planned to say died right there, because I'm done with the useless talk.
"Attack him!" Dax ordered.
Threads erupted from the cracked floor, ripping upward like barbed vines drenched in electricity. His technique was amplified by the silent seeker who was wearing a hoodie crouched in the back.
The wires snapped onto it with a zzzt… and slid right off like they were trying to grab smoke.
I would've been an idiot if I hadn't learned from my earlier mistake.
However, that didn't mean I was in the clear already.
Metal hissed through the air—ripped straight from the rooftop's railing. Vent plates, loose screws, snapped antenna rods, even a half-rusted satellite dish that probably hadn't worked for years. All of it tore free and spiraled toward me.
So that was their other ability. Magnetism.
