Chapter 699: Cutting Terms
Ty reached for the second sickle.
Omina cursed.
JJ shouted his name.
The body wearing his face smiled wider.
The handle dropped into Ty's empty hand.
For a second, he belonged to every direction.
The silver tangle between his skeleton and the stolen flesh pulled at his ribs. Dirty red bounty threads pulled from every fighter in the lower ring to the board above the King. Pale lines ran from JJ's wrist to the defensive pool. Gold lines ran from the King to the arena doors, drones, screens, and reward columns.
The sickles wanted all of it.
Ty's arms shook.
His bones felt like a board covered in other people's handwriting.
"Drop one," Omina ordered.
Ty tried.
His fingers stayed closed because the blades had accepted his grip and were waiting for payment.
The first new fighter came in from the right with a chain mace.
