
The Wastelands Book Two
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Prophet X

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Janelle met her in midair. Her hands, hooked into claws, punctured the other woman's chest and dragged her down to the ground. From there it was all downhill for her. She had underestimated the power that Janelle possessed. Janelle's fingers had punched straight through her chest, hooked into her ribs and then ripped her chest apart. Janelle threw her to the ground and then pounced on her, her feet driving powerfully into her. Her mouth angled down and tore at her face as her hands closed around her neck. She squatted on her torn chest, weight on the balls of her feet, and rode her as she fought to live.
The fight did not last long. Her powerful hands ripped her head from her neck even as her teeth tore her face apart. There was no mercy in treachery. This one could have been a part of Janelle's army. She could have had power handed to her, but she had decided to go her own way, and she had convinced herself that defeat of Janelle was obtainable. That was not a belief that could be allowed to grow...