blades extended from the back of his wrist, previously hidden beneath his bracers, and curved over his hands like talons. When the fuck had he learned how to fight? His best efforts used to be flailing his limbs around. “I didn’t need help.” Tin wiped his chin with the back of his hand, smearing the splatter of blood. Crow stepped over a Wheeler still twitching on the ground. With a heavy sigh, Crow turned around and dealt a final blow through his neck, then headed straight for the front door. “I wasn’t helping you, you ignoramus.”
