The Empty Hand

Merida broke her knuckle punching the cyborg’s jaw.

“Pointless,” Ara said, not registering a response to the blow. “I’ve turned off pain reception.”

“You didn’t see my other hand.”

The blue woman glanced down, and saw the vibroknife piercing her heart.


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