Annoyed, he tried to wipe the deadly moisture away, but his metal glove only succeeded in smearing the faceplate. “Is that it?” he demanded, the adrenaline still pounding through his veins. “Is that the lot of them?” Trell squeaked a confirmation. All of their enemies were dead. Muffled hurrahs came from his gang, and one voice in particular triggered a response in the ganglord. “Not quite,” Hammer growled as he met Drill's gaze. With a nod, the two men attacked. Spinning about, the locksmith kicked the laser out of the hand of the startled Crowbar. The weapon hit the wall and discharged, its bolt of polychromatic fire vaporizing a chunk of the floor. Then Hammer ducked beneath the big man's roundhouse swing, and punched him hard in the stomach. Next, Chisel blindsided the biker, tackling from the rear. Crowbar stumbled from the impact, but did not fall, and he backhanded the boy away.
