Nearly all of the Rangers had been placed in the exact same situation. The equipment they had received from the Gilt Rats—the specialized exoskeletons—had been heavily damaged during the previous war.
The Gilt Rats had put a massive amount of R&D funding and capital behind creating that specialized equipment, and the custom parts were incredibly hard to come by. It was going to take a significant amount of time before they could fully recreate the suits, leaving them with only one viable alternative: use whatever salvaged components they had left to build brand-new, customized weapons for each Ranger.
And that was precisely why Wolf was now equipped with specialized metal claws designed to fit directly over his fingertips.
The devices were remarkably flexible in design, extending down to cover most of his palm, while the tips tapered into extremely sharp, elongated metallic talons. He wasn’t just wearing the apparatus on one hand, either—he had a matching set fitted to both.
"Now, I don’t want you thinking I’m cheap for using these, considering you’re the one with retractable blades in his boots and coins flying out of his pockets every two seconds," Wolf said, flexing his fingers.
Right on cue, the young assassin raised both hands, revealing coins held between his fingers, and instantly flicked one straight toward Wolf’s head.
As the metallic projectile came tearing through the air, Wolf swung his arm and swatted it aside. His sharp clawed tips caught the edge of the coin, deflecting its momentum and sending it flying right back toward the Black Hand member.
The assassin ducked beneath the ricochet and went to flick another coin, but this time Wolf slipped the trajectory, and the two fighters charged directly at each other.
Just because Wolf had gained a pair of sharp metal claws didn’t mean the Black Hand operative was intimidated. When a sharp boot kick came whistling toward Wolf’s chest, Wolf didn’t make a fist; instead, he swung his open hand, letting his reinforced metallic talons clash against the toe blade to throw the kick off-target.
With a sudden burst of speed, Wolf rushed forward and swung upward in a wild, diagonal slash. The young assassin brought his arms up to block, but the claws sheared right through his clothing, leaving a massive laceration across his forearm like a tiger drawing blood for the first time.
"How sharp are those things? And it looks like they boost your finger strength too," the assassin said, gritting his teeth as blood welled up from the cut. "I guess those aren’t just fancy nails for show after all."
"I guess they’re not!" Wolf said, licking a smear of blood off his knuckles with a crazy grin.


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