CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Switch could not believe her eyes. She stared without comprehension at Tsunami, who was either dead or convincingly pretending to be. The stench of burned skin and melted metal made her stomach churn, but she paid little attention to that. She just couldn’t quite comprehend the idea that Tsunami was dead.
He might not be, a doubtful voice in her mind said. He might still be alive, but just unconscious and in a lot of pain.
Both options seemed equally possible to Switch, but she didn’t know for sure. She just knew that this fight had ended in a way she had not even considered possible and that Bait was a lot cleverer than she first assumed he was.
“Lord Tsunami?” said Fuse, rising to his feet uncertainly. “Lord Tsunami, can you hear us? Lord Tsunami, are you all rig
