[center][h2]Temari Ordo[/h2][/center]

Despite knowing it's a futile gesture, I still find one hand reaching up for my throat, trying to pull the invisible pressure away from my esophagus. Despite this, I wait until he's about two meters away before raising my other arm and putting a shock dart in his armpit. Every armor had it's holes, even my Beskar'gam, and the armpit was a notorious location of such holes. I could only hope his was as similar to mine as I thought.