Threxian inspected the harpoon while the drones adjusted above him.
The weapon still fought in his hands. Its red line pulsed along the shaft, trying to answer the Death Sentry's raised palm. Threxian let it pull for another breath, enough for every camera to catch the strain in his fingers.
Then he tossed it aside like the room had finished reading it.
The harpoon struck the floor near the witness boundary, bounced once, and tore itself back toward its owner.
The Death Sentry caught it without looking at the weapon.
Threxian nodded once. "A fine weapon. You aimed for the body because you trusted it to keep moving after impact."
The Sentry lowered the point toward Threxian's face.
"Next throw goes higher if you give it back."
"That would have been smarter on the first attempt."
The Sentry moved as soon as the weapon settled.
