Styrm didn't think. He didn't think of who might be caught in the middle, of what may happen after, of anything other than the next link in that night's godsforsaken chain of information slipping away from him.
Another big roegadyn grabbed the boy's shirt in irritation.
Styrm acted.
In one fluid motion he stood, pulled up his seat, and with a great, heavy overhanded arc he slung it at the darting figure.
Another big roegadyn grabbed the boy's shirt in irritation.
Styrm acted.
In one fluid motion he stood, pulled up his seat, and with a great, heavy overhanded arc he slung it at the darting figure.
