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Serin jumped back as the pipe swung through the air, the swooshing sound more like a flute than the hiss of a deadly weapon. It sliced through the drizzle of rain like a knife.
Pivoting, she feinted right, narrowly avoiding the second assailant’s punch.
This is just my luck, running into a neo-Nazi parade while on the job.
“I don’t have time for this.”
Sprinting a few steps, she leapt, executing a parkour-perfect cat-back vault off the nearby wall, higher than most humans could jump without a big running start.
She landed on the burly human’s back, grabbing his hair and punching down to break his nose.
He instantly crashed to the ground like a huge tree felled in the woods. Her feet landed lightly on either side of his head. Glaring at his slack-jawed accomplice, she repeated hers
