The bad news? Amy had zero chance of telling me everything I needed in the next few seconds.
Considering Amnesia Angel’s speed, I doubted I’d have seconds. They rushed me, sword out and slashing.
I twisted to avoid them, giving the rockets extra power and hoping the reaction time I’d saved by sending commands to the Rocket suit through my implant made a difference.
It did, but not enough. I felt pain in my thigh, burning but not unbearable. A glance downward showed no physical damage, the follow-through of the angel’s blade missing my right leg. Continue reading Regression: Part 14