itsnotproper
He lifted the bench with one hand, hurtling it towards the masked man. It shattered against his assailant's shoulder with a crunch. The wood and iron scattered to the ground in shards, littering the battle field.
This mango is poisonous, but you wouldn't know it from looking at it. The color is the same as any other mango, the smell, the taste. But this one will kill you, not at first, but eventually. In ten, maybe twenty years after you eat this mango you will die. Maybe thirty, maybe forty, but one day.
Plugging his finger into her outlet she sighed and become full of electricity. Wearily she lit up, glow tumbling from every part of her. She shocked him fully, and when he quickly pulled away he knew that soon he would have to return for more.
85 of them lay on the tiles, filling each space like a marker of an ancient game. She shoots at them with a gun, firing placebo bullets into the 80 pound paper. She kills their messages with her eyes only, even if the gun is in her hand. Even if she hears the boom.