Sirius jolted awake. His glass armor finished pieced itself back together and delivered a resuscitating burst of reviving electricity from its stored reserves. Sirius, caught upside down, wiggled violently. He was disoriented, severely. Hanging--the rush of blood, the residual energy given off by his armor, the heat, the blunt force trauma--Sirius fell unconscious. Chunks of …

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