Chapter 85: Anti Hunter Weapons
Scarlet turned from the groaning suits, her bright, slightly manic smile landing on Meg, who was still sprawled helplessly on the cracked pavement. The residual electric tingling hadn’t faded, locking her muscles, making even breathing a conscious effort.
Pain throbbed behind her eyes and in her shattered nose.
"Hallo!" She chirped, skipping over with that same unsettling, buoyant energy. She crouched down beside Meg, her face alight with genuine, almost inappropriate delight. "You look a bit rough."
Meg tried to reply, to ask who she was, what was happening, but only a choked gasp escaped. The world swam dizzily. This woman... she was dangerous, clearly, but her cheerfulness was almost more jarring than the violence she’d just inflicted.
"Oh, those nasty shocky things," she tutted, noticing the thin cords still technically binding Meg’s wrists, though one cuff now dangled uselessly where the suit had triggered the device. S
he reached out casually, her fingers brushing against the metal. A faint blue spark jumped to her skin, but she didn’t even flinch, seemingly unaffected by the lingering charge that kept Meg immobilized.
With a careless twist of her fingers, the thin, strong cord snapped cleanly. "There," she declared brightly, tossing the broken pieces aside. "All free now! No need to thank me."
Meg cautiously tried to move her hands, flexing her fingers. Pins and needles shot up her arms, but the paralyzing lock was fading. She pushed herself up slightly, grimacing as pain flared anew in her head and jaw. "Who... who are you?" she managed, her voice raspy and weak.
"Me?" She beamed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet again. "I’m nobody’s anymore! Isn’t it wonderful?" She gestured vaguely towards the downed suits, her smile impossibly wide.