The music thumped around us like the beat of a war-drum, the lights flashed, blindingly stroboscopic. I had just enough sense to see a cybernetic arm reaching out to me and I slapped it away hard. Too hard, too fast, there was a horrible screech, followed by the owner pulling their deformed limb back, sparks flying off from the torn metal. I grit my teeth when someone punched my ribs. It was hard enough to lift my legs off the floor, and yet it barely even hurt, my knee meeting the guy’s shoulder with another horrible grinding sound.Don’t kill.Avoid faces and chests, aim for the limbs. My mind scrambled to catch-up with the chaos unfolding around me, Isia was practically dancing circles around the cyborgs. She had some sort of stroboscopic effect going off of her clothes that was accompanied by ear-splitting chirping sounds coming off of something in her hands. The fact that she’d led the bouncers towards the crowd made it even harder for them to surround her.My concerns turned to more immediate things when a guy with glowing chrome arms reached out from behind and under my armpits, lifting me off the ground. My most immediate reaction was to headbutt my assailant, but the image of their head turning into paste flashed across my eyes and I froze.Don’t kill.“Fuck you!” I heard Isia scream from across the dance-floor, and heard something smash against my assailant’s head. The remainder of the beer-bottle shattering and splashing us both with stale alcohol.Shocked out of my hesitation, I kicked with my heel against my assailant’s shins.CRUNCHThe man screamed and collapsed, letting me go as he crumbled on the ground, clutching at his not-cybernetic legs.I grimaced, but kept going.Moving fast, I hurried in Isia’s direction. The likelihood of firearms becoming part of the engagement was rising, especially if someone thought they might get a clean shot at us. There was no time to (...)