~ ZEV ~
The Avatar writhed like an alligator trying to roll him. One of Zev's elbows cracked on the cement. He hissed a curse and wrestled it almost to its back.
Avatars were difficult opponents because they felt no pain. They didn't feel anything at all. They worked mindlessly, but intelligently on orders and, occasionally, direct control of a handler.
That moment the thing's face had gone slack was the moment a handler took control. The question was, which one, and why? If this was a training exercise, they didn't want the thing damaged.
But if it was a hunt... Why were they sending a hunt after Sasha?
"I'll finish it," he growled at whoever was looking through the thing's eyes. No one answered, so he hooked their legs and leaned up, whip-fast, to wrap the thing's head in his lower arm and pin it to the tarmac. "You wanna keep it, stop fighting."
