A massive pincer drove down into the elevator, tearing through the ceiling with brutal force.
Jagged edges bent outward as the limb forced its way inside, cutting through the exact space Don had just occupied.
He had already moved.
A hard step back, just enough.
The pincer slammed down—
THOOM—~
Missing him by inches.
The air displaced hard, rattling the walls as fragments of metal and insulation rained down around him.
In his ear—
"Don! Are you okay, what's your situation?!"
Elle.
Urgent.
He didn't answer immediately.
Didn't have the space to.
The elevator jolted again, dropping faster as the structure above continued to fail.
Don planted his foot, trying to stabilize against the shifting floor, muscles tightening as he forced balance into a system that refused to give it.
Then he moved.
His arm snapped upward—
And he struck.
BOOM—!
