Venom

Shatterbird was still forming her armor, so the me that exploded through the flimsy Sheetrock wall behind her was able to fill her with enough venom that it damaged her concentration, even if that one didn’t get that much in her. She was still dead; the implants she had would slow the progress of the poison and let her do more damage, but her death was inevitable unless Bonesaw was even more impressive than I’d thought.

 

All the glass in a ten block radius was racing toward the building. She was determined to take everybody with her, and she was in too much pain to differentiate between Jack and her companions and the others.

 

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With You