The instruction line stayed warm under Blue's hand, reading Six motions home, seventh sword strike.
Ty kept his palm on the receiver tooth and felt the case pull backward through the metal. The sixth arm had taken every bit of wind the other five arms left behind. Its weighted end hovered above the right rail, shaking in small bites each time the last vent pushed.
JJ kept her sword up beside Rusuf's blade.
"Give me the count before the arm starts choosing for us," she said.
"It already started choosing. We are currently arguing with the last bad option," Blue said.
The sixth arm twitched lower, and the case snapped backward a finger's width before hitting the receiver lock. Ty's bandaged hand struck the frame with it. Pain ran up through his wrist and into the bones of his forearm. He pressed harder before the case could jump again.
"Six is taking pull from the whole bridge," Ty said. "The strike has to slow the hinge, then Blue closes the tab."
