#lightning surge protector

[true-power-limited]

Lightning Arresters are the new lifeline of today’s world owing to the unprecedented thunderbolts and lightning taking place across the world now and then. It’s not that Lightning didn’t happen in earlier days, but nowadays, the frequency and the intensity of lightning strikes have grown exponentially to draw immediate attention and install prompt lightning protection systems to save oneself and one’s property from the menace of lightning strikes.

The climatic changes and global warming have made it mandatory for us to safeguard ourselves and our property from uncontrolled natural calamities, which we cannot control but can only safeguard ourselves in one way or another.

Conventional Lightning Arresters:

Conventional lightning arresters are solid rods or hollow pipes with a pointed top or 4–5 spikes on the top to make the lightning strike in its near vicinity fall over it rather than somewhere else. These Lightning Arresters are connected to the ground earthing with down conductors to immediately ground the lightning current into the earth without allowing it to do any damage in the surroundings. In this way, lives, structures, and other objects which come under the protective cover of the lightning arrester, stay safe from the lightning strikes.

Conventional lightning arresters are commonly available as Copper Lightning Arresters or Aluminum Lightning Arresters.

ESE Lightning Arresters are modern Lightning arresters that have a wide area of protection coverage from 35 mtrs to 107 mtrs of the radius of their installation. These ESE lightning arresters are the most commonly used lightning protection system nowadays.

True Power, , India’s №1 Chemical Earthing and Lightning Arresters company, manufactures, supplies, exports, designs, and installs Conventional and ESE Lightning Protection Systems across PAN India and selected countries.

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[queen-mabs-revenge]

d'you know that guy in one of douglas adams's books who's followed by rain everywhere and doesn't know it's bc he's actually a rain god and rain loves him so much it wants to just be with him all the time?

it me.

literally every place i've ever lived has had a flooding or leaking situation???

apartment in college dorms was below an apt that had a burst pipe and the only thing to be damaged was a bag of my clothes i left over the summer

1st apt in rome had major sink issues and leaked all underneath constantly

2nd rome apt: seminterrato so basement issues. bathroom flooded once during a heavy rainstorm.

3rd rome apt: rooftop apt - ceiling torn off in a massive thunderstorm onto the street below; major flood damage and basically everything was a write-off

4th rome apt: actually this one was only hit by lightning so...👍

1st home in ireland: front wall would go actually soggy every time it rained. like poke your finger through it soggy

2nd home in ireland: leak in the roof directly above my bedroom onto my fucking bed; then right before moving out a bunch of slate tiles got blown off the roof

3rd home/1st apt in ireland: giANT FUCKING HOLE IN MY CEILING AS WE SPEAK from leak that happened 3 yrs ago and reemerged this year

not even including my parents home growing up bc idk that was over 18 years and was on a glorified sandbar so ofc it flooded in the basement occasionally yanno?

idk maybe i'm paranoid

[segagrls]

Tag Dump #2

💎 diamonds are a girl's best friend {rouge}

🔥protector of the sol realm {blaze}

⚡like lightning in your bones {surge}

🪈battlefield guardian angel {whisper}

🗡️no matter what; i shall be by his side {sir percival}

(xi.) notes from the past {psa}

(xii.) delayed {queue}

(xiii.) show and tell {promo}

(xv.) wishing on a star {wishlist}

(xx.) behind closed doors {nsft}

[mrvaxxl]

Does A Surge Protector or a UPS Protect Against Lightning?

When people mention surge protector, in most cases they think of a device that is plugged into the wall power socket and used to protect one or more sensitive devices from power surges.

Such point-of-use surge protectors feature an electronic sensor that detects the power surges and an additional component that redirects the excess electric energy to the ground wire - hence the energy (given in Joules (J)) that the surge protector can redirect successfully is often one of the more important features of any surge protector.

Since the damage from power surges accumulates over time, it is recommended to replace surge protectors every few years.

Uninterruptible Power Supply (UPS) is basically a point-of-use surge protector that also comes with a built-in battery which is used to power connected devices when there is no AC power present. Read more: https://www.batteryequivalents.com/does-a-surge-protector-or-a-ups-protect-against-lightning.html

[pompadourpink]

Para- words

Para - next to (para) or to shield against (paro)

Parabène, m - paraben (benzène)

Parabole, f - satellite dish (from ballo - to throw)

Paracétamol, m - paracetamol (para-acétyl-amino-phénol)

Parachever - to complete/perfect (from caput - head, chief)

Parachute, m - parachute (chute: fall)

Parachutiste, m - parachutist/paratrooper

Parade, f - parade, display, mating dance

Paradigme, m - paradigm (from deyk - to show)

Paradis, m - paradise (from pairi - around+daēza - wall)

Paradoxe, m - paradox (from doxa - opinion, praise)

Parafe, f - signature (from grapho - to write)

Paraffine, f - paraffin wax (from parum - little+affinis - affinity)

Parafoudre, m - surge protector (foudre: bolts of lightning)

Paragraphe, m - paragraph (from grapho - to write)

Paraguay, m (maybe: para - river+gua - from+y - water)

Paraître - to appear, seem, be published (from pareo - being visible)

Parallèle, f - parallel (from állêlôn - one and the other)

Parallélépipède, m - parallelepiped (from parallel + plane/surface)

Paralogisme, m - paralogism (from lógos - reason, speech)

Paralysie, f - paralysis (from lúô - to let go, loosen)

Paramédic, m - paramedic (from mederi - to heal)

Paramètre, m - parameter, settings (from metrum - measure)

Parangon, m - paragon (from akónē - to whet with a stone)

Paranoïa, f - paranoia (from noéô - to think)

Parapente, m - paraglider/gliding (from pendere - to hang)

Parapet, m - railing (from pectus - chest)

Parapharmacie, f - personal care products (from pharmakeíā - to use drugs)

Paraphrase, f - rewording (from phrasis - word)

Paraplégie, f - paraplegia (from plḗssein - to strike)

Parapluie, f - umbrella (pluie: rain)

Parasocial-e - parasocial (from sek - to follow)

Parasol, m - sunshade (soleil: sun)

Parasite, m - parasite (from sitos - food/grain)

Paratexte, m - paratext (from textus - fabric)

Paratonnerre, m - lightning rod (tonnerre: thunder)

Paravent, m - screen (vent: wind)

Fanmail - masterlist (2016-) - archives - hire me - reviews (2020-) - Drive

[castielscaplan]

Clashes of Thunder (Raiden, Thor)

Summary: Thor and Raiden battle to see who's the better God of Thunder until they come to an understanding.

Warnings: some fighting, none of than that

WC: 650

Read on Ao3!

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Thor stood at the edge of a mountain peak, Mjölnir in hand, his golden hair whipping in the wind as lightning crackled across the sky. He was sent here by Heimdall’s vision, a disturbance in the realms that threatened both Asgard and Midgard. Thor had fought many foes—gods, monsters, and men—but this energy felt different, ancient, powerful, and somehow… familiar.

As he scanned the horizon, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby peak, but it wasn’t his own. From the electric storm emerged a figure draped in white robes, eyes glowing with blue energy, and a conical hat shielding his face from the storm’s fury. It was Raiden, the God of Thunder from Earthrealm.

Thor raised an eyebrow and gripped Mjölnir tighter. “I don’t know who you are, but I sense power in you. And yet, you stand where you do not belong.”

Raiden’s eyes flashed, his voice calm but echoing with authority. “I am Raiden, protector of Earthrealm. I have come here because your presence disturbs the balance of realms.”

Thor smirked, the arrogance of an Asgardian god seeping through. “The balance? I am Thor, son of Odin. I protect not just Earth, but the Nine Realms themselves. If anyone’s balance is threatened, it is not mine.”

Raiden’s face remained stoic, though the clouds above grew darker. “You speak of protection, but your arrival here has caused the elements to rage. This place—these storms—are not yours to control. The realms must remain in harmony.”

Without another word, Thor hurled Mjölnir toward Raiden, lightning trailing behind it in a brilliant arc. Raiden raised his hand, and with a crack of thunder, disappeared into a bolt of lightning, reappearing just before Mjölnir could strike.

“I have faced gods before,” Raiden said as he summoned lightning of his own, sending a surge of electricity toward Thor.

Thor caught the bolt on his hammer, absorbing the energy with ease. He grinned, impressed. “I like your spirit, Raiden. But let’s see if you can handle this!”

With a mighty leap, Thor launched himself into the air, Mjölnir raised high. The sky itself seemed to split as lightning cascaded down toward Raiden. But Raiden was unfazed. With a gesture, the storm turned, the winds bending to his will. Lightning coiled around him like a serpent, and in a flash, he shot up to meet Thor mid-air, fists charged with divine power.

Their clash was cataclysmic. The air around them shimmered as energy from both gods collided, shaking the very foundation of the realm. Each strike of Mjölnir was met by Raiden’s mastery over lightning, their powers mirroring each other in an explosive display.

For a moment, they were evenly matched—thunder and lightning warring in the skies, each god testing the other’s strength. But Raiden’s calm precision clashed with Thor’s raw fury. A well-placed strike from Raiden sent Thor crashing to the ground, but the Asgardian rose swiftly, his smile wider than before.

“You fight well, Earthrealmer,” Thor said, dusting himself off. “But it will take more than that to bring down the God of Thunder.”

Raiden landed gracefully, the storm calming slightly as he spoke. “This battle is unnecessary, Thor. We are not enemies. The realms need both of us—together, we can restore balance.”

Thor hesitated, his grip on Mjölnir loosening. The truth in Raiden’s words rang in his mind. They were not enemies—merely two forces of nature that had crossed paths.

After a long moment, Thor nodded. “Very well, Raiden. Let us end this battle.”

Raiden extended his hand, and after a brief pause, Thor clasped it firmly. The storm above began to ease, the skies clearing as the two gods came to an understanding.

“Together, then,” Raiden said, his voice calm once more.

“Together,” Thor agreed, his eyes gleaming with newfound respect.

And so, the gods of thunder stood side by side, their powers united, ready to face whatever greater threat lay ahead.

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[thealexandriaarchives]

The Season's Been Laid Out in the Cards...

The above are a direct depiction of the editing of the show:

Lou views the wall of evidence with Sam Dalton, and says 'So it seems like it's about Objects. Do we have these things? Do we put them on the numbers? (This is correct to escape the step)

The lore provided for Sam Dalton's disappearance reads: "SAMUEL DALTON PRESUMED DEAD Friends and Colleagues gathered this past Saturday to mourn the passing of Samuel Dalton, who disappeared during his magic act last July. Dalton had encircled himself with household objects over the numbers of a clock when a bolt of lightning struck a magnet overhead leaving behind only his smoldering footprints. He is survived by his two sons, Ray and Bolt Dalton, who have since denounced the magical arts."

Brennan suggests someone goes out to start collecting the objects they need, and someone else "stay in here and see if they exist in this space". Sam looks shocked and delighted, looking offstage at someone, and biting his hand to stay quiet. Brennan notices, and asks "What are you biting your hand about?" suspiciously. Sam dramatically mimes zipping his lip and says nothing.

A couple of things that are not in the editing but personal theory notes:

This editing compared to the fairly clear and concise wrap-up on rewatch, especially Sam's over the top reaction to this bit, and the multiple maintained clips that carefully compare the red room to hell/purgatory (Siobhan calls it Sartre-esque, etc) while we are now seeing a decay makes me fairly sure it's foreshadowing.

Escape the Room aired in March, but if we have a 13 episode season again the finale will be in July, when Samuel Dalton disappeared.

I do not know if the episodes are meant to be in order, or if they're exact #s, but there are many things Sam has given this season (Plant, Watch, Jacket) as either prizes or challenges directly, OR episodes could be more metaphorically interpreted (Ace of Cheetos - the single episode designed to torture the snacker, Two of Pillows for the Newlyweds)

Episodes like 6x03 the Three of Coats for Sam Says 3 with a wardrobe challenge or 6x06 Deja Vu with a with a watch prize and time theme have all of the above etc

The Playing Card Items: Ace - Cheeto, 2 - Pillows, 3 - Coats, 4 - Lint Rollers, 5 - Plants, 6 - Clocks, 7 - Vases, 8 - Shoe, 9 - Fire Extinguisher, 10 - Guitar, Jack - Smoke Detector, Queen - Surge Protector, King - Paper Clip

The Other Items Surrounding Samuel Dalton: Scales, Phonograph, Typewriter, Rotary Phone, Photo Camera, Video Camera, Pocket Watch, Bowler Hat

[ouchiemyspine]

hi ..... happy disability pride month lovelies our wifi router got fried by a lightning strike yesterday rip to a diva

my advice for this disability pride month is buy a surge protector

[bablesquatch]

Lightning storm landed a direct hit on my building last night. The router literally exploded, I'm talking visible flash of light and a popping noise, and the xbox is bricked. Both were on surge protectors.

Yet everything that was plugged directly into the wall sockets? Totally fine.

[cadmium-creme-egg]

Welp, lightning strike fried the ethernet port on my motherboard, so that's lovely

At least the PC itself was on a surge protector

[sweepyastro]

Can I please get a Universe BAA pack along with an add on of habits based on Miradon from Pokemon please? Thanks so much! :D

I would love to do this!! Sorry I took longer than intended on this ask but I got sick like immediately after getting this ask (╥﹏╥) anyways I do hope you enjoy!!

── .✦BAA Miraidon Themed pack: Universe

⊹ ࣪ ˖Name:: Mira, Surge, Static, Lux, Shock, Amp, Joules, Gia, Kaida, Ryu, Mirai, Zero, Echo, Styx, Nero, Xeno, Onyx.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Age:: Ageless

⊹ ࣪ ˖Pronouns:: El/Electric, Sharp/Sharps, Light/Lightning, Thunder/Thunders, Blast/Blaster, Spark/Sparks, Fang/Fangs, Fa/Fang, Strike/Strikes, Claw/Claws.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Gender:: Elctrogender, Dragotix, Robotix, Agenerdragon.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Faceclaim:: See end.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Likes:: Lighting storms, calm environments, learning.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Dislikes:: Untrust worthy people, loud/chaotic eviromemts.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Role:: Protector, loyalist.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Species:: Human, Dragon alter-type.

⊹ ࣪ ˖Habits:: Baiting nails/lip, picking scabs, people watching.

── .✦

[nickyrothfan]

Dossier on character from SPR AU(Delroy Schmidt)

Name: Delroy Schmidt

Relatives: Star Schmidt (aunt)

Friends / Close Ones:

Nicholas Michael Roth (semi-friend, rival),

Maritza Esposito,

Enzo Esposito,

Ivan Torre,

Trinity Bales,

Finch Allen (semi-friend)

Enemies:

Theodore Peterson,

The Guest / Raven Man / Franklin Peterson,

Forest Protectors / Crowfaces,

Aaron Peterson,

The Wolf

Height: 160 cm

Weight: 63 kg

Eye color: Black

Skills:

• Track & field / light athletics

Class: Backpacker

Age: 15

Chaos Stone: White

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Powers granted by the stone:

“Strength” – Delroy possesses incredible physical strength. He can easily lift heavy objects. His punches and kicks are significantly more powerful than those of others (for example, even Nicky using Lightning Boost and charging his fist with lightning would only match the raw force of Delroy’s basic strike).

“Durability” – Delroy’s body is extremely resistant to all kinds of damage. Sharp weapons, blunt impacts, extreme temperatures — he has high resistance to it all.

“Earth Element” – Delroy has recently awakened the Earth Element. He hasn’t developed any advanced techniques yet, but he can easily summon and hurl boulders (pulling them straight from the ground). He can also create stone spikes that erupt from the earth and tear through enemies. To activate this, he must strike the ground with both hands or both feet. In the future, he will gain “Earth Boost”, similar to the other elemental boosts used by fellow heroes.

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(Spoiler: Future Abilities)

“Adrenaline” – Delroy can imitate the effects of an adrenaline surge. In this state, his body flushes red, his muscles swell, and a red aura surrounds him.(bro has kaioken)

“Body” – Delroy can change his skin into different materials. For example, he can turn it into solid stone.

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Personality:

Delroy is a regular, slightly scrappy, and goofy guy.

He’s confident and considers himself the best at what he does — particularly in track & field, since he’s the fastest member of the group (well, Nicky did outrun him a little, but he quickly moved on).

He’s also a much more down-to-earth person who prefers doing ordinary things, like drinking lemonade, eating burgers and chips. He’s more of a chill type who, until recently, couldn’t care less about any mysteries.

He also deeply values the belongings of those he’s emotionally attached to. Even after learning that the coin brought bad luck, he kept it — because it was part of his dog’s collar, and the only thing left of him.

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Fun Facts:

• Among the entire group, Delroy has the highest weight.

• He is the only one in the group currently active in a sports club.

[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the ace of hearts

Pairing: Ace Trappola x gn!reader

Synopsis: there were more than enough people who wanted to punch him in the face, but you still adored that stupid grin

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for ace

Word count: 602

Notes: going back to uni has me so drained, but a very belated happy birthday to ace! he's an idiot but he's sometimes my idiot lol

Masterlist

Your lover's laughter is a symphony of joy that resonates deep within your soul. It's infectious, spreading like wildfire and consuming your worries in its blaze. In those moments, you see the mischievous spark in his eyes, the glint of a prankster who revels in turning the mundane into a spectacle of mirth.

Your lover's cleverness is a constant source of amazement. His mind, quick as a lightning strike, finds solutions where others see dead-ends. He thrives in the world of magic, effortlessly crafting spells that seem like child's play to him but leave others in awe. It's a gift he often squanders on frivolous pursuits, yet when he chooses to apply himself, his potential is boundless.

Your lover's playfulness, his uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane moments into adventures, is a reminder that life is meant to be enjoyed. His carefree spirit is a beacon of light in your world, a reminder that life's burdens need not weigh you down. With him, every day is a new chapter in a never-ending story, and you can't help but be captivated by his infectious spirit.

Your lover's brutal honesty is both a blessing and a curse, a double-edged sword that cuts through the facade of politeness to reveal the unvarnished truth. He's fearless when confronting injustice, his courage unwavering as he stands up against the unfair treatment of others. Even though he can be stubborn and headstrong, it's impossible not to admire his unwavering determination. There's a certain comfort in knowing that you can rely on him to speak the truth, no matter how harsh it may be. It's a quality that endears him to you even more.

Your lover, as much as he may love being blunt, is a skilful liar as well. He possesses a remarkable ability to tell lies and cloak his true intentions when it suits his purposes. This skill, a shadowy counterpart to his honesty, is a testament to his quick thinking and adaptability. It's a dance of light and shadow, a reminder that nothing about Ace is as straightforward as it seems, but you're comforted that you always manage to squeeze the truth out of him when need be.

Your lover, as endearing as he may be, often makes you feel a surge of frustration so intense that you can't help but imagine delivering a playful punch to his charming face. He has an uncanny ability to push your buttons with a teasing grin, and his bluntness can sting like a thorn. But, oddly enough, even these exasperating instances only deepen your affection for him. Of course, the puppy eyes he gives you after said punches always make you forget your anger temporarily.

Your lover may appear to be indifferent to the needs of others, prioritizing his own desires above all else, putting up the act that he's not one to go out of his way to help unless it benefits him directly. But as you learned more about him, the walls he's built around his heart begin to crumble, revealing the warmth and loyalty he keeps hidden. Even though he'll never admit it, he becomes the unspoken protector of those he holds dear, always ready to lend a helping hand.

You love every facet of your lover's complex personality. His mischievousness, his cleverness, his brutal honesty, and even his ability to bend the truth when necessary—all of these qualities are part of what makes him the extraordinary person he is. And as you more time together, you're continually amazed by the layers of his character that slowly unfurl, revealing a heart that is as deep and vast as the universe itself.

Your lover, is none other than Ace Trappola.

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[south-of-heaven]

Jon x Reader x Renee where renee gets hurt by kip sabian and penelope ford and jon and reader go after them?

Fire || Renee Paquette x Reader x Jon Moxley

Summary: You and Jon go crazy when Renee is attacked backstage.

You had always been a calm and collected presence backstage, watching Jon tear through opponents with a fierce intensity. But when you saw the chaos unfold, your protective instincts surged to the forefront.

It was just another night in the AEW arena. Jon had just finished a brutal match, and you were waiting backstage, eager to celebrate the win. That's when you saw it happen.

Penelope Ford and Kip Sabian, seemingly in a fit of jealousy or rage, attacked your girlfriend. Renee was a backstage interviewer, not a wrestler, and it was unthinkable that they would target her in such a way.

You felt a surge of anger, like a lightning bolt coursing through your veins. Steam seemed to rise from your ears, and your vision narrowed to a tunnel, with fire in your eyes. In an instant, you were off your seat, rushing towards the scene with a fierce determination.

Jon, who had just reached the backstage area, saw the same shocking scene. He didn't even have time to remove his wrist tape before he was sprinting towards the attackers. The aura of violence that surrounded him was palpable, and it sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the vicinity.

As you and Jon reached Penelope and Kip, they turned to see a raging storm bearing down on them. The look in your eyes was enough to send chills down their spines.

Jon was the first to strike, launching a devastating clothesline that sent Kip sprawling across the concrete floor. You, however, targeted Penelope, using your rage and adrenaline to hit her with a perfectly executed spear that drove her to the ground.

Renee, though dazed, watched as you and Jon took control of the situation. Security rushed in to break up the brawl, but the message had been sent. Attacking Renee was an attack on the entire AEW family, and neither you nor Jon were about to let it go unpunished.

You and Jon stood there, panting, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, guarding Renee like fierce protectors. The message was clear: mess with one of your own, and you'd have to answer to both of you.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

🤔⚡ How much electricity can a Time Lord safely withstand?

Time Lords, it turns out, are very resistant to electrocution. But how much zap can they take before they go a bit… crispy?

⚙️ Zap, Zap

First, let's do science. Voltage (the push behind electricity) isn't what kills—it's amperes (the current). A cattle prod might give you 2,000 volts, but at a low current, it just stings. Humans are basically okay until levels reach in excess of 0.1 amperes, when things start getting more risky. Anything over 0.2 amperes is often fatal.

Time Lords are (obviously) made of sterner stuff.

1️⃣ An Everyday Zap: Time Lords can brush off shocks up to around 0.2 amperes without losing consciousness, even if they're caught off guard.

2️⃣ A Moderate Zap: When caught off guard with levels exceeding 0.2 amperes, they will lose consciousness. This can be immediate, or it can be delayed just long enough for the villain to do their monologue.

3️⃣ A Huge Zap: Forewarned is forearmed! With preparation, Time Lords have survived insane currents of 30,000 to 300,000 amps through direct lightning strikes. The result could be much less pleasant if they're caught off guard.

4️⃣ A Zap Too Far: How much is too much? Good question. Gallifreyan biology definitely has its limits, but we don't actually know or can work out what this upper figure might be. We can be quite sure that being caught off guard is more dangerous, and levels in excess of 300,000 amperes haven't been tested yet.

🩺 Recovery

Regardless of the voltage, Time Lords bounce back unnervingly quickly. They might be left with some singed skin, a brief headache, and a newfound respect for rubber gloves, but they're as good as new in no time.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just be checking those surge protectors in the TARDIS.

Gallifreyan Biology for Tuesday by GIL

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[wonderlanddreamer]

Chapter 4: When tempers flare at the racetrack, a tense showdown ignites between Tommy and Billy Kimber. Amid the chaos, Tommy is forced to deliver a game-changing ultimatum to John regarding Florence.

Masterlist here.

Florence Fletcher's heart pounded as she weaved through the bustling race track, her breaths quick and shallow. The noise of the crowd and the horses' hooves blurred into the background, overpowered by the adrenaline rushing through her. Panic fueled her flight, urging her to run faster. Just when she thought she might escape Kimber's men, a rough hand grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back with harsh force.

She spun around with a sudden, sharp motion, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. Instinctively, her fists flew up in a defensive stance, ready to ward off any threat. But she was met not with an assailant, but with the intense, furious gaze of John Shelby. His hands shot out with lightning speed, snatching her wrists before they could make contact with his chest. His grip was like iron, unyielding and firm, and his eyes, dark and stormy, bore into hers with a ferocity that made her breath hitch in her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded, each word a low, menacing growl that sliced through the dsicord of noise from the nearby racetrack. The murmur of the crowd seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of raw tension.

Florence recoiled, her initial shock swiftly giving way to a surge of anger. Her eyes flashed with resentment as she yanked her hands free from his vice-like grip. She could feel the sting of his touch lingering on her skin, a reminder of his forcefulness. Summoning all the strength she could muster, she shoved him away, her palms striking his chest with a force born from desperation and defiance.

"Why do you care?" she spat, her voice laced with venom. The words hung in the air between them, charged with a mixture of hurt and defiance. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her ears, the adrenaline coursing through her veins like an electric current.

John staggered back a step but quickly regained his composure, his expression shifting to one of steely resolve. His eyes darted over her shoulder, catching sight of Kimber’s men advancing with grim determination. His jaw clenched, the tension in his face palpable. "We don't have fuckin’ time for this," he snapped, dismissing her question with a brusque wave of his hand. "You need to get outta here, now." His voice carried an urgency that underscored the severity of the situation, a heavy weight of impending danger hanging in the air.

Florence hesitated, her mind whirling in confusion and disbelief. Why was John Shelby, notorious for his cold detachment, suddenly playing the role of her protector? But there was no time to unravel the enigma. The determination in his eyes was unmistakable, an unspoken command that brooked no argument. His gaze bore into hers, a silent plea mingled with his stern directive.

"Go!" he barked. The force of his command jolted her into action. He took a deliberate step back, creating a clear path for her to escape.

Her instincts screamed at her to run, but for a split second, she was rooted to the spot, glaring at him with a mixture of suspicion and frustration. Then, with a final, defiant look, she turned on her heel and ran, her legs moving on autopilot. As she darted through the crowd, the reality of her situation sank in. The danger was far from over, but for now, she had a chance — a chance John Shelby had forcibly thrust upon her.

The world around her blurred into a frenetic medley of colours and sounds as she pushed forward, her mind racing as fast as her feet. She didn’t know why John had intervened, and she certainly wasn’t about to thank him for it. Drawing a deep breath, she focused on the path in front of her, determined to escape and furious that she had needed his help at all.

John Shelby straightened his coat with a casual elegance, his expression shifting to one of practised nonchalance. His eyes, however, remained sharp, tracking Kimber's men as they stormed past him, their faces twisted with determination as they scanned the crowd for any sign of Florence. He leaned casually against a nearby post, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a deliberate, almost leisurely air of indifference.

The tip of the cigarette glowed brightly as he took a slow drag, the smoke curling around him like a protective shroud. One of Kimber’s men, a burly figure with a face etched in blazing anger, paused directly in front of John. His eyes, narrow and suspicious, raked over John’s form, searching for any hint of deception.

"Seen a girl runnin' through here?" the man growled, his voice rough and edged with frustration. The question hung in the air like a challenge, daring John to lie.

John exhaled a cloud of smoke, his demeanour unruffled and relaxed. He met the man's gaze with a steady, unflinching stare. "Can’t say I have, pal," he replied smoothly, his voice calm and measured. "Why? You lose one?" There was a hint of mockery in his tone, a subtle jab that belied his outward composure.

The man’s eyes flickered with doubt, but before he could press further, Billy Kimber himself strode up, his presence commanding immediate attention. Kimber’s sharp eyes scanned John, suspicion etched into every line of his weathered face. "Shelby," he greeted, his tone deceptively polite, a thin veneer over the steel beneath. "Heard there was some trouble."

John shrugged, the picture of nonchalance, his body language relaxed but poised. "Trouble at the races? Imagine that," he said, taking another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke drift lazily into the air. "What’s it to you, Kimber?"

Kimber’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a mirthless smile. Clearly unimpressed, he stepped closer, the tension between them palpable. "Funny, thought you knew everything," he said, his voice dripping with scepticism. "A girl, running from my men. You're telling me you haven't seen her?"

John kept his expression neutral, though he could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, ready to spring. His mind raced, calculating the risks and the angles. "If I’d saw her, I’d say," he replied smoothly, his voice betraying no hint of the unease simmering just beneath the surface. "But you know how it is. Lot of faces in a crowd."

Kimber took a step closer, his eyes boring into John’s, searching for any flicker of deceit. The air between them crackled with unspoken threats, each man unwilling to back down. Just as the situation seemed poised to escalate, a new voice cut through the tension.

"Everything alright here, Mr. Kimber?" Tommy Shelby’s voice was calm, but his presence was like a coiled spring, ready to snap at a moment’s notice. He walked up with measured steps, his eyes briefly meeting John's before locking onto Kimber with a cold intensity.

Kimber straightened, his posture stiffening as he turned to face Tommy. "Thomas," he acknowledged, his tone wary and laced with a hint of irritation. "Seems there’s been a bit of a disturbance. One of my men said they saw a girl running. Thought Johnny boy here might have seen her."

Tommy’s eyes flicked to John, a silent, almost imperceptible communication passing between them. "I’m sure if my brother had seen anything, he’d have told you," Tommy said smoothly, his voice carrying an edge of authority that demanded respect. He maintained a veneer of cooperation, doing his best to keep up the act of being on Kimber’s side. "But it sounds like you’ve got a problem that needs sorting. How can we be of assistance?"

Kimber’s jaw tightened, a muscle twitching as he forced himself to remain composed. "Yes, well, I want a meeting," he demanded, his eyes flicking between the two brothers with a piercing intensity. "Now."

Tommy’s expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his steely blue eyes. "Now?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow in a show of mild incredulity. "Bit short notice, don’t you think?"

Kimber’s stance was unyielding, his gaze unwavering. "I think now is perfect," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "Unless you’ve got something to hide?"

Tommy’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing beneath the surface, but he forced a tight smile onto his lips. "Fine," he said, his voice clipped and controlled. "Let’s go somewhere more private."

Kimber nodded, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Lead the way," he said, gesturing for Tommy and John to move.

The tension was palpable as they moved through the crowd, Kimber’s men flanking them like a pack of wolves, their eyes darting suspiciously at anyone who came too close. John’s mind raced, trying to anticipate what Kimber might demand and how they could counter it while maintaining their facade. Each step seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken threats.

As they reached a quieter, more secluded part of the racetrack, the cacophony of the crowd faded to a distant hum, leaving them ensconced in a bubble of tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Tommy turned to face Billy Kimber, his expression hard as steel. John stood next to his brother, his fingers twitching slightly as if yearning for a cigarette, but his eyes were sharp and alert, taking in every detail, every potential threat.

"Alright, Kimber," Tommy said, crossing his arms over his chest, his voice a low growl of authority. "What’s this about?"

Billy Kimber didn’t waste any time. He reached into his coat with a swift, practised motion, pulling out a crumpled newspaper article. With a flick of his wrist, he slapped it down onto a nearby table, the paper rustling loudly in the otherwise quiet space. The headline screamed out accusations against the Peaky Blinders, and the byline read: Florence Fletcher.

"This," Kimber spat, jabbing a finger at the article with barely restrained fury. "This girl has been snooping around, writing her little stories. I recognised her wandering around the track today. She thought she could get away with a fake name, but she was an awful fucking liar."

Tommy’s eyes flicked to the article, taking in the inflammatory words, and then back to Kimber, his expression a mask of calculated calm. "And what of it?" he asked coolly, his voice devoid of any hint of concern.

Kimber’s smile was cold and predatory, his eyes glittering with malevolent glee. "What of it? I’ll tell you what fucking of it. She’s a thorn in my side, and now I find out she’s been a thorn in yours as well." He leaned in closer, his breath hot and rancid, his eyes boring into Tommy’s with a chilling intensity. "When I find her, I'll break her fingers one by one to make sure she never writes another fucking word. Then I’ll leave her strung up in a fucking whorehouse to remind her where she fucking belongs."

John’s jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his face twitched, his fists balling at his sides, knuckles white with the force of his grip. A red haze threatened to cloud his vision as images of Florence flashed through his mind. Defiant. Brave. The way she’d stood up to him, the fire in her eyes that had captivated him in ways he hadn’t expected. The memory of their confrontation seared into his brain—the typewriter smashing to the ground, the adrenaline-fueled kiss that had ignited something deep within him.

Florence Fletcher was his problem, and the thought of anyone else laying a hand on her made his blood boil. Kimber’s threats hung in the air like a dark cloud, but John’s resolve hardened. No one else was going to touch her. Not Kimber, not his men. No one.

John’s vision blurred with fury, the edges of his world tinged with a threatening crimson. He could feel his control slipping, the urge to lash out almost overwhelming. The thought of Florence in Kimber’s grasp, her fingers broken, her spirit crushed, was enough to drive him to the brink.

Tommy, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in John immediately. His brother’s barely restrained fury was palpable, a ticking time bomb ready to explode. He shot John a sharp, warning glance, a silent command to rein in his emotions and maintain their composure. They couldn’t afford a misstep now.

Turning back to Kimber, Tommy’s demeanour was icy and controlled, a stark contrast to the seething rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. "I appreciate your concern, Mr. Kimber," he said, his voice dangerously calm and measured. "But Florence Fletcher is our problem. Allow us to deal with her."

Kimber raised an eyebrow, a twisted smile curling his lips as he savoured the moment. Clearly, he was enjoying the power play. "Oh? And how do you plan to do that?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.

Tommy stepped closer, narrowing the space between them, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I'll keep her out of your business, Mr. Kimber," he said, each word deliberate and laced with a promise of retribution. "I'll make sure she understands the consequences of her meddling."

Kimber’s eyes flicked between Tommy and John, sensing the undercurrent of tension that crackled like electricity in the air. He smirked, clearly pleased with the effect he was having. "Alright, Shelby," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I'll give you one chance, but if you fuck it up, I’m handling it my way."

Tommy nodded curtly, his jaw set. "Understood," he replied, his tone brooking no argument. "Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have business to take care of."

Kimber and his men turned and walked away, their swagger unmistakable. John exhaled a long breath, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control. His fists were still clenched, the knuckles white, and his entire body was taut with barely restrained anger. The confrontation had left him on edge, a coiled spring ready to snap.

As they walked away from the racetrack, the tension between the brothers grew more palpable with each step. The noise of the crowd faded into the background, replaced by the sound of their boots on the gravel. John’s mind raced with thoughts of Florence, the danger she was in, and the burning need to protect her.

Finally, Tommy stopped in a secluded alleyway, away from prying eyes and ears. The narrow passage was lined with brick walls that seemed to close in around them, providing a temporary sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside. He turned to face John, his expression dark, a tempest brewing behind his eyes.

"John," Tommy began, his voice low but seething with barely contained fury, "What the fuck have you been doing with Florence Fletcher?"

John’s eyes narrowed, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface. "What do you mean, what have I been doing? I’ve been dealing with her, just like you told me to."

Tommy took a step closer, his fury radiating off him in waves. "Dealing with her? Is that what you call it? She’s writing exposés on us, John! Kimber knows about her, and now we have to clean up this mess. You should have had this sorted by now."

John’s jaw tightened, his own temper flaring in response. "I’ve been handling it, Tommy. She’s been tough, yeah, but I’ve been fuckin’ handling it."

Tommy’s eyes blazed with anger, his voice rising with each word. "Handling it? You call this handling it? She’s still out there, interfering with us and Kimber, making us look weak. What the hell have you been doing, John? Or should I ask, what haven’t you been doing?"

John’s fists clenched, his face flushed with a mix of fury and frustration. "Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Tommy! You’re not the only one who knows how to fuckin’ handle things."

Tommy’s voice rose, his control slipping like a frayed rope. "Then why isn’t she dealt with, John? You’ve had plenty of time, and all you’ve done is let it get worse. What’s really going on? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re letting a little girl run circles around you."

John’s face reddened further, a deep crimson that spread from his neck to his cheeks. "That’s not true, Tommy. I’ve been doing what needs to be done."

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, suspicion clear and cutting through the space between them. "Oh really? Then why is she still a problem? Why is she at the fuckin’ races going toe to toe with Kimber, and how the fuck did she get away?"

John’s temper exploded, his voice echoing off the narrow alley walls. "That had fuck all to do with me, Tommy! She’s just a job. A problem to be fixed."

Tommy’s expression hardened into cold fury, his gaze piercing. "A job you’ve been botching. I can see it in your eyes, John. You’re going soft on her. And that’s something we can’t afford. Not now, not ever."

John took a step back, his anger warring with a flicker of guilt that he couldn’t quite suppress. "I’m not getting soft. I can fuckin’ handle her."

Tommy’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, each word a dagger aimed at John’s resolve. "Enough. I can’t risk you messing this up any more than you already have. From now on, you stay away from Florence Fletcher. I’ll deal with her myself. And I won’t fuck it up."

John stared at his brother, a tumult of emotions raging inside him—anger, guilt, frustration, and something he wasn’t ready to name. "What are you going to do, Tommy?"

Tommy’s eyes were like ice, their cold intensity sending a shiver down John’s spine. "That’s not your concern anymore," he said, his tone final and unyielding.

The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive, filled with the unspoken tension between them. John’s mind raced, conflicting thoughts battling for dominance. He knew Tommy was right, that he had let things get out of hand. But the thought of stepping back, of letting Tommy handle Florence, filled him with a sense of dread he couldn’t shake.

Tommy turned on his heel, the conversation clearly over in his mind. "Get back to work, John. We have a lot to clean up," he ordered, his voice carrying the weight of authority and finality.

John watched his brother walk away, feeling a bitter mix of anger and resignation. As Tommy’s figure disappeared into the distance, John clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms twitching with the effort to contain his frustration. He couldn’t deny the truth in Tommy’s words, but letting go of Florence, abandoning her to Tommy’s ruthless hands, felt like a betrayal he wasn’t ready to commit.

The alleyway, now empty and silent, seemed to close in around him, the walls a stark reminder of the choices he had to make. With a final, deep breath, John turned and walked away, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions and unresolved thoughts.

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