The prison sliver struck the missing third note, and Ty's skull left Jade's hip hard enough to tear her coat.
Her hand caught his jaw above the wash rail, leaving cloth trapped between his teeth while the rest of him pulled in four other directions.
Across Kestra's storehouse, his left hand dragged Tovan's breathing cup toward the east shelves as three ribs tore free of their numbered cord and struck the north wall. His right forearm rolled from shelf six toward the closed service door, wrist first, while the pelvis beneath his folded legs knocked through a crate lid and ground south across the floor.
Five pieces from the opened carrier spindle answered with him.
The blue Oltin arc closed around the recovered West Four hinge. A lock face rose from the flood tooth beneath the wash rail. The black Cross Link joint caught the edge of Dessel's shelf. Tovan's white tube tightened through a square collar, and the red rivet spun inside Kestra's tool tray until its flat side faced Ty.
