Five feeders thrashed above the canal as Hajin cinched his loops, slamming three loose machines into the other trapped pair. Sparks rained across his sleeves while Loccy kept her hammer jammed against the bridge, blood running freely down the shaft.
His left hand hauled the Chain while his burned right arm stayed strapped against its support.
"Last chance to quit, you scrap-heap bastards," he growled, twisting his left wrist against the links chewing into his glove.
Every core answered with the same burning command, and not one living voice sat underneath it.
Loccy shoved her aching elbow under the hammer's shaft, "Stop asking garbage to grow a conscience and break the damn things!"
"I'm being polite, it's called diplomacy!"
"It's called stalling, you idiot!"
