Kori heaved. Both arms pulled in unison, the chain wrenching upward in a single, unbroken motion that lifted the figure abruptly from below the ledge. The cloak whipped past Kori's face. The woman's body crested the lip of the rooftop, still wrapped in two tight loops of steel, her arms pinned against her sides by the line. Kori did not pause – on the contrary, she swung as hard as she could. The knife at the far end of the line flared in its white-blue light, Luminite amplification working.
The arc was full-body. Her shoulders pivoted with her hips, her grip on the chain tightened, and the woman at the end of the line traced a wide circular path through the air - over Kori's head, around her flank, then down. Snow trailed behind the chain in a white curve that hung in the air for a heartbeat before falling apart.
