Before he had hit, she sprang upright, feinted so that Gull's quick blow whooshed harmlessly past her cheek, and uphanded his chin, stunning him and sending him reeling against Kayser, who had stepped back.

I've got your six!

I don't have time for all this dipshit.

First, this is an antiastrology message. The stars do not control our destiny and are not to be feared. Christ is the Lord who holds the stars in his hand.