Comma could see the stapler ahead of her. The attacker’s entire person was concealed by body armour.
The stapler was being refilled. She had only a few moments before the hail of staples resumed. She locked eyes with her enemy. Comma blinked. The eyes were familiar. She had the feeling that she should recognise them. But, then again, she did know almost everyone in Grammar. She was positive it was not Full Stop—or maybe it was. The refilling was complete. She heard the stapler shut. The attacker returned to its rear, ready to shower her with another onslaught of staples. Comma was almost upon her enemy. She prepared to pounce on her opponent.
Outside the Launch Pad, Dash and Quotes heard the unmistakable sound of someone hitting the ground.
