Chapter 47: REUNION IN THE STORM — FRIEND OR FOE? PART 2.
The rain pounded harder, sheets of water whipping sideways in the wind. The street was a graveyard of steaming meat. Crimson rivers sluiced into potholes and broken drains as Johnquis and Dancer cut through the waves of Eaters, fighting back to back.
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Johnquis caught his chains, breath fogging in the downpour. He muttered,
"Sector 6... Always lives up to its name. The most infested hellhole out here."
Savier’s shout cracked through the storm. He sprang forward, boots splashing through puddles toward a cluster of Eaters crawling over a flipped bus, their eyes locked on him like dogs scenting fresh meat.
Savier winked at them. "Alright, you freaks — who wants to get banged hard and sliced up fast, huh?"
They leapt at once. Savier dashed forward, foot planting on the side of the bus. His boots found traction where none should exist. He ran along the bus’s rusted side like it was a dance floor, pumping shots as he went:
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Each blast turned another Eater into chunks.
Halfway down the bus, he vaulted off, tucked his legs, spun a full flip, and came down blades-first on one last crawler that had tried to sneak him from below. The hybrid blade sank through its skull to the gums.