Their studded knuckles weren’t just metal. They also had some kind of
electrical shock. Peter had never seen anything like them before. His vision 
cleared just as he slammed into the ground. He brought up his hands to block his 
fall, but his palms slid across the snow and his face crashed into the pavement. 
He rolled over quickly, but the guards came in fast to batter his abdomen and 
face with swift kicks. The damage was light, but Peter knew it would take its 
toll. Was this really the best plan available?