Finley tiptoed, trying to look over Marnin’s shoulder. He was so tall.
“Gwynnie, come here,” she said, tugging the little girl beside her and behind her father. Finley kneeled by the girl, “I’m going to fight this man, okay? You stay with your dad, hear me?”
the little girl nodded and clutched her father’s pant leg and Finley stepped out beside him.
“If its me you want, it’s me you’ll get.”
I triggered my mecca bands and the armor covered my whole body, the helmet following.
i could've gone outside to take a walk, but i know that i wouldn't've come back