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Saps hears it first.
“Above!” He shouts, “Above, above, above!”
No one’s listening - Turntapp’s holding him but he’s speaking to someone else - but Saparata is aware enough to act. He shoves, hard, throwing himself to the left and Turntapp to the right, and Turntapp moves stare at him, bewildered, as his arm slips from Saparata’s shoulders. His face goes from confused to horrified as the stones drop from the ceiling, a split-second too late to kill but just early enough to split the air where their hands meet in the middle.
It shreds through flesh in a bloody display, rending through the limbs like butter, and the courthouse devolves into chaos.