Inside the freezing dome of shadow, Murong Seven stood rooted in his red insulating rubber overshoes.
The twelve Void Shadow killers came together upon Frank from every compass bearing. Their bone daggers shone with flesh-melting black venom, their strikes slicing through the frozen air with faster-than-sound whistles.
Murong Seven didn’t draw a sword. He didn’t recite a magic chant of the Nine Heavens.
He stepped directly into the center of the formation, his yellow lineman’s pliers gripped firmly in his left hand, the two three-foot solid copper grounding spikes held horizontally in his right.
“National Electrical Code Article 250,” Murong Seven declared, his voice ringing with deadpan apprentice power through the freezing gloom. “All temporary service feeds must possess an effective ground-fault current path back to the spark supply source to facilitate the instant operation of the overcurrent protective device.”
The lead assassin snarled, lunging with his kris: “Die with your gibberish, boy!”
“You have zero overcurrent protection,” Murong Seven continued, his expression fully flat as he tracked the incoming shadow blades. “You have no ground-fault circuit interrupter. You have a floating neutral. And your main power bar is fully exposed to moisture.”
Murong Seven drove his right knee into the floor, thrusting the pointed tips of both solid copper grounding bars directly into the exposed subfloor crawlspace where the three pulsing nether-cables came together.
