Control
Use the grappling hook to hit the enemy and throw it off the screen.
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The battlefield screams chaos—but you’re already moving. No hesitation. No backup. Just a sprint headlong into the storm, your arsenal bristling with enough firepower to liquefy bones. They call you reckless. You call it *calculated*. Every thug, merc, or cyber-augmented freak in your path gets a split-second to regret their life choices before you dismantle them. But the real showstopper? That grapple hook coiled on your wrist. Not for climbing. Not for escape. You whip it forward like a steel viper—it snags a skull, a limb, a mech’s exposed core. One brutal yank, and they’re airborne. Momentum does the rest. Watch them pinwheel off the edge, swallowed by the abyss below. No respawns here. Just the sweet, terminal crunch of impact. Miss, though? That cable becomes your death sentence—a split-second opening for the horde to swarm. High risk. Higher carnage. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
