Skater felt the black rage drop on him, but it wasn’t so much that he didn’t see the small finger signal Tone gave the razorgirl. Without warning, she launched herself af him like a heat-seeking missile. Snap-blades jutted from her forearms, and spurs flicked out from her heels as she flipped through the air. Light glinted from the whirling mix of keen-edged steel as she knifed toward Skater.