Pulse blasts hammered the ground with the rain and Raizor looked up as Mustang roared above, turning in a slow arc, unleashing fury. The Wrynd closest to her fell under the onslaught of cannon blasts but began climbing to their feet.
Raizor retreated, still firing and still without hope.When she looked back the cloud around Harley and the Greywalker had wafted away.
And Harley Nearwater opened his eyes. If he knew death offered such...