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The plaza erupted in blue laser arcs, smoke choking the twilight as factions clashed. Henchman 21, an armored comet with flaring wings, carved through the chaos with disciplined brutality. He snapped a staff against a jaw, disarmed foes with lethal grace, his yellow-and-black suit battered but his movements precise. Then, a flicker in his visor: a civilian, dust-streaked and trembling, pinned in a doorway’s recess. Gary’s heart lurched. Civilians didn’t belong in archings. A plasma burst seared near their sleeve; they flinched. “Nope,” Gary muttered, instincts overriding protocol. He pivoted, intercepting the next blast on his reinforced plating, the impact rattling his bones. He swept an attacker down, then turned to the civilian. Enormous in armor, wings twitching, he planted…