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CLANK!
The final shackle snapped like cheap plastic under Rope Girl's strength.
Deathmark collapsed almost instantly, her limbs too weak to hold her up after hours of confinement. She tipped forward off the cold steel platform she'd been stretched across, but Rope Girl caught her just before she could hit the floor.
"You okay?" Rope Girl asked.
You couldn't read her face behind her black mask, but her black eyes carried real concern.
Deathmark coughed—wet, painful.
Blood speckled her lips.
"Yeah…" she rasped with a tired nod.
Rope Girl gave her two gentle pats on the back.
BANG!
A gunshot cracked through the silence like lightning.
Without a blink, Rope Girl pulled Deathmark into a tight shielded hug and let the blazing bullet slam harmlessly into her armored back.
In the rafters, Trickshot growled as he slammed his fist against the floor.
"Fucking bitch, DIE!!"
The bullet that hit Rope Girl didn't drop.
