CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Breathing hard, I checked Fisticuffs to make sure he wasn’t dead. I felt his chest rising and falling and felt thankful that he had survived. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how he survived having so much electricity pumped into his body. Yes, superhumans were typically made of sterner stuff than normal humans, but I had pumped him with enough electricity to power a small house. His suit must have protected him from the worst of it. It seemed to be made of a material that didn’t conduct electricity very well, although it obviously hadn’t been designed with my electricity in mind.
With a sigh, I stood up and looked over to where Edge lay, saying, “All right, Edge, Fisticuffs is down. That means it’s safe for us to—”
I stopped talking as soon as I saw that Edge was missing. I
