Tessa, the proprietor of the Moving Market, wouldn’t sell me LITE ammunition, not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t. No one could. My rounds were not available in stores. You couldn’t buy LITE rounds anywhere, especially not in the Moving Market. I had created the LITE rounds. They were dangerous, lethal, highly unstable, and probably frowned upon by any of the governing bodies operating in the city.
Rummers may be the size of average humans, but that didn’t mean they were harmless. They were faster, stronger, and more resilient than normals. Redrum gave them heightened senses, night vision, enhanced hearing, and an insane sense of smell. A mindless, deadly package. They only had one major flaw I could exploit, which was that a few seconds of concentrated UV radiation led to an explosive messy end.
Enter, LITE rounds.
Without the entropy, LIT rounds were making the new and improved rummers laugh. Somehow, the new strain of Redrum was giving them immunity to LIT ammunition, taking three or four rounds to end them. Some of the rummers had even been spotted during the day not spontaneously bursting into piles of ash. This was the nightmare Lyrra wanted to unleash on the city—super UV-resistant rummers. I thought I had caught it in time.
I was wrong.
Now I was facing, what…dark, UV-resistant rummers? This insanity was getting out of hand.
I materialized Darkspirit again.
“We have a situation.”
I let my senses expand, and I felt the approaching rummers. There were easily six to ten of them. It was hard to get a reading because of the throbbing in my head, and because of their diffused energy signature. They read as one large group, but it was hard to break them down into individual threats.
“You’re being picky…now?”
“I could always use Fatebringer. It won’t give me attitude.”
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