Oh shi-
That sound coming out of her mouth, its like nails from a cat in heat on a blackboard while bad 80s pop played in the background. It HURT.
Michael clenches his teeth at the sound, the screeching obstructing his thoughts. He had to shut her up.
Michael raised his hand, his eyes tearing up from and obscuring his view. He didn't want a repeat of what happened in the
North Atlantic, he instead launched the blast of liquid nitrogen at the feet of Siren, hoping the immense cold would distract her enough for the sound to stop.
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