"Choose the claw," Raska said.
Her guild's second keep dragged toward the road crack while white prongs widened it from below. Fighters had cleared the outer balconies. A family remained trapped behind a door bent against its frame.
Deep-Claw would stop the crack.
Jiang could see the offered result across his sight: white joints locking into road bone, the graveback holding still, and Bone Orchard lines reaching the keep before the floor split beneath it.
"My straight leg is unstable," he said.
"The claw is larger."
"It follows my body pattern."
"Then try not to limp."
Raska kept the saw against the open plate. Blood from her palm ran down the handle.
She was not pretending the offer was clean. She was watching people strike the blocked door from inside while the System put a usable answer in Jiang's face.
Jiang looked at the Deep-Claw path.
[DEEP-CLAW: anchor host through controller foot pressure. Competing paths remain embedded.]
