A wave of terror rolled over Red Bolt. His first reaction was to leap back, but it was already too late for that. His hands shot up, grabbing the bionic arm, reaching for his face. Try as he might, the arm refused to budge, and the fingers clasped around his face pressed harder, threatening to break his skull.
Dante stared at him for a moment, then turned to his muscular companion.
"Hey, did you really have trouble with these freaks?"
Riot stared at him in stunned silence, and as if his brain processed the question a bit late, he snapped back to his senses and cleared his throat.
"They… they aren't much on their own," He said. "It's their leader who got me, and they can be annoying when they work together."
"When they work together, huh?"
