CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Dicer looked like something straight out of a horror movie now. His dented armor, b****y claws, and glowing red eyes reminded me of a demon from hell. He was just missing the demonic horns and goat legs and he could have made a pretty good Satan if he wanted to.
“David, it’s me!” I said. I gestured at the scene of the prisoners attacking Rubberman and Lady Thunder. “Beams, your friend! Don’t you remember who I am?”
“I … do,” said Dicer. His voice was incredibly strained like he was trying to speak with someone’s hands wrapped firmly around his throat. “But … no … choice …”
I gritted my teeth. I hated seeing what Cannonball had done to Dicer. I didn’t know him all that well, but he seemed like a good guy to me, and I didn’t like seeing him suffering like this.
“Fight
