Firefly looked down at the brownish-yellow objects scattered across the ground, then up at the drone, before turning to Yan Huan, who was leaning against a wall not far away with vacant eyes—
A fierce battle was raging within her.
Am I really going to keep doing this while the entire city watches?
What will tomorrow's Penacony headlines be?
Silver Wolf is going to kill me.
What will Kafka say?
And Yan Huan... I think I did something terrible.
"Move it!" Sparkle stuffed another lump into a Hound's mouth. The Hound promptly collapsed, its limbs twitching twice before going still.
"Do you want to get locked up in the Dream Prison? The cells there don't even have windows!"
Firefly took a deep breath and made her decision.
She bent down and picked up a lump.
Her movements were practiced, but her expression was rigid.
Still, she had picked it up.
Her first target—the burly Hound charging at her with an electric baton raised.
Firefly sidestepped his pounce and stuffed it into his mouth in one smooth backhanded motion.
The burly man's eyes widened even more than they had when she had stuffed Yan Huan earlier. He let out a muffled "Ugh" and crashed to the ground.
Sparkle clapped from the side.
"Good! Beautiful! It'd be even better if you looked as natural as you did just now!"
Firefly ignored her and turned to deal with the next one.
The second. The third. The fourth.
Her movements grew more and more practiced.
Bend down, pick it up, dodge, raise her hand, stuff it in.
Bend down, pick it up, dodge, raise her hand, stuff it in.
Smooth as flowing water.
Done in one continuous motion.
It was even somewhat pleasing to watch.
Leaning against the wall, Yan Huan watched the scene