An immediate swing of the Weapon of Harmony to her left. A roundhouse kick to a Wretched’s head. A slice at another enemy’s knees. She twirled her instrument around as if it was as light as a pencil and chopped her pursuer’s arms off upon impact. Blood was spilling. Limbs were detached. The Riot Girl was not to be f*cked with!

“Get them Siren!” Roman cheered her on with sweet relief in his voice.

The feeling of her knuckles across the savages’ face made her strike ...