Zarek felt the stretch in his shoulder and his lats, his muscles rippling with power as he ripped himself upward.
Deng.
He landed nimbly on the top of the tall sign, its letter pointing toward the next exit, and its sturdy steel frame swaying under Zarek's weight. His gun, however, was already pointed forward. Every shot he took killed two at the very least, his trajectories so perfectly chosen, and the bullets so powerful compared to their Endurance that they couldn't be stopped.
By the time they got their aim right, it was already too late.
Priya's shots weren't nearly as accurate, and she had to adjust more after every sharp recoil. But she made up for it in spades by pulling her bullets through the air.
The exercise of focus Zarek had taught her in the Harmonic Recall Godsfall Tear was showing its usefulness. She was getting more and more adept at controlling her bullets in space.
