Though I hadn’t expected the move, it give me a chance to engage in a touch of theatrics myself. Rather than catch myself and roll, I brought my left arm in tight against my shoulder and face, so I slammed into the dirt arm first.
Gonster was just playing with me. He’d released my arm with the throw rather than holding me trapped while trying to break it right away. I just hoped the sight of me hitting the ground face first would encourage more of the same behavior. When I picked myself up and turned back to face him, he was grinning at me.
I grinned right back.
This time I just charged at him. But as I dashed in, I was careful not to pull too much speed off my right leg, because I didn’t yet want to remind him I also had synthetic limbs. I was hoping he’d forgotten that useful bit of i
