Remy retrieves the metal spikes from his bag and tests their weight. They're similar to his bo staff in appearance, but are cheap imitations compared to his beautiful, adamantium tool.
Using his other arm for leverage, Remy launches the spikes at the electric wall, and grins when each one lands in its intended place. They lodge themselves in the ground, and the shining metal causes the charged beams to reflect away and create an opening just wide enough for a Cajun to slip through.
He throws his pack over his shoulder, and with a running start—propels himself off the branch, falling into a neat tuck and roll on the other side of the fence.
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