“That’s what I’m thinking. They’ve got a few trappers and this strikes me as kind of a warning I guess.” He looks at the quality of the rope. “I hope this is done after tonight, Agent. This is pretty subtle as far as they go and it’s bound to get less so pretty quickly.”
“What men capture, they kill.” Yew laughs slightly to himself. “What agents encounter, they deploy.”
Molvoy repeats the two phrases over in his head. “Isn’t that blasphemy?”
“What, re-purposing?” Yew begins walking again. “An Agent of change uses the tools that are available at the moment.”
What I guess I'm saying this that I'm saying something and that's my final guess.
The one with the pick axe smiles a little wider.
Lotus puts an arrow through the foot of the one with the beard. There is a ‘shoop’ sound as the arrow buries itself through the man’s boot and into the dirt.
The cousin charges forward and bearing all his weight and the mass of his axe, swings high at Lotus. The Agent ducks the attack easily but the mans momentum carries his weight into her. The two fall towards the ground, Lotus on the underside of the equation. As she hits the dirt, she sticks her foot in the man’s crotch, grabs hold of his jacket with her free hand and using the momentum of their fall, sends him ass over heels. He lands several feet away with a disturbing crunching sound accompanying his landing.
Lotus stands, knocks an arrow and puts an arrow through the second man’s foot as well, effectively impaling him to the earth.
And after all, a word in the mush is worth two in the mind.
Read seven and eight.
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