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A second mutant jumped from a catwalk. Nakamura flicked her wrist again, wrapping the Leash around its ankle, and slammed it into a third mutant. The two bodies crumpled. “Bowl-a-rama! +100!”

“Welcome to the Party,” a voice slurred from her comm. It belonged to a grizzled man in a duster, hanging upside down from a tangle of cables. He was eating a protein bar. “Name’s Meridian. You’ve got a Leash. Don’t point it at anything you don’t want to explode.”

Behind Kael, the Hammer’s lens focused on a blue dot on the viewscreen: Earth. bulletstorm

The Leash. It was a piece of forbidden tech—a energy whip grafted to her nervous system. With a flick of her wrist, she could yank an enemy toward her. With another, she could kick them into a spinning arc of slow-motion ragdoll physics. The hulk’s AI, a cheerful voice named “Lola,” piped up: “Skillshot available: ‘Gut Check.’ Launch an enemy into a ceiling fan for bonus points!”

The last thing Captain Echo Nakamura remembered was the cold suck of a decompression hatch. Now, her boots were welded to the steel floor of a derelict space hulk, and her right arm had been replaced by a throbbing, organic-looking cannon that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. A second mutant jumped from a catwalk

Nakamura didn’t hesitate. She sprinted, Leash lashing out to wrap around Kael’s throat. She planted her boot on his chest and kicked , using the Leash’s momentum to hurl him backward. Kael flew through the air, arms flailing, directly into the focused lens of the God Hammer.

She slid between a Brute’s legs, wrapped the energy whip around its ankle, and yanked. The Brute toppled into a second Brute. She kicked off the third Brute’s chest, flying backward, and fired a charged shot from her cannon into the tangled pile. The explosion sent them all spinning in different directions. “Domino Effect! +500!” “Bowl-a-rama

Nakamura didn’t have standard rounds. She had the Leash.