The two women, standing back-to-back, anchored their attention on the two-story houses lining the edges of the path. They actively plotted their strides to avoid trampling The Degenerates dangling from the shattered windows or groaning as they expelled their final breaths; they didn't give a single damn about them.
There was zero friction as they blew past the first three adjoined structures; maneuvering like this, they could reach the end of the dead-end alley in a condensed timeframe, but the second they aligned with the fourth building, the assault commenced. Dozens of objects launched from the structures they had left in their wake were hurtling straight toward them, and fleeing was explicitly denied as an option.
