"Can you - are you serious, after - fuck! He flinches despite himself, and then, with an almost audible snap of pieces sliding back into alignment, ducks and crouches behind a pillar for cover. Get your head in the game. Stop thinking about something else.

"So we do have them. Old times."

Remembering hard-lock electrolyzing foam paint and three on one and how little of a chance he stands against her - what else is there to go up against?