She scrambled up and set herself, crouching on one knee, holding Ranette’s shotgun. Oh no. “Steris!” he shouted. The brute spun, noticing her as she set the gun at her shoulder, wide-eyed, dress rippling against her body in the wind. She pulled the trigger. Unsurprisingly, the shot went wild, but it did manage to clip the brute in the arm, spraying blood. The man grunted, releasing his Push on Wax. Unfortunately, the enormous kick of that gun—intended to be used to fight Allomancers—hurled Steris backward. And right off the side of the train.
