Eng Modern Ninja Attacked By Her Insane — Uncle Repack

The fight was not cinematic. It was cramped and coarse, a choreography cut short by pain and surprise. Jun’s strength rode on conviction; desperation lends weight. He threw the device like a child hurling a toy, and it smashed against the stairwell wall, showering sparks and shards. Mei’s reflexes saved her from the worst of it; her left forearm bore the burn and her right thigh took a nick. She tasted metal and rain and the city’s hum through the plaster. Still, she moved to disarm rather than maim. Her aim was containment: to hold the uncle who had become a weapon until help could come.