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Henderson saw
it burst out of the back door. It was huge, and fast, and carrying a big gun. He
was ready for it. He led the target a few feet and fired a grenade at it. All his
time at the range paid off, he scored a direct hit, rocking the beast on it's heels and
sending a shower of glowing shrapnel washing over it.
It turned
towards him and leveled it’s rifle, but nothing happened. He fired again, but the
beast side stepped, shrapnel harmlessly skittering over it’s armor. It dropped
it’s rifle, and drew a hand cannon the like of which he had never seen.
The cyborg
sprinted towards him, jinking left and right, firing at him with that massive
gun. The first hit caught him in the shoulder, and he spun, losing his balance.
He tried to recover a shooting position, but several more rounds slammed into
his armor. Warnings were flashing in his visor. The only thing keeping him
alive was that no two rounds hit him in the same place as the heavy rounds made him dance like marionette.
the hail of bullets let up, and He dropped to
one knee, finally able to level his gun, but it was too late. It had closed the
gap.
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Sharren ripped
the gun from the marines hands, and pressed her own weapon into his face with
her left. The smooth white face of his
helmet reminded her of self. As she squeezed
the trigger, time slowed to a crawl.
Warnings screamed
in her HUD. One of the other marines saw her, and her peripheral sensors warned
her he was firing. The grenade slammed into her side, just under her left arm. He
armor would have stopped a frag grenade. The white hot thermite lance of the
armor-piercer was a different matter.
The heat and
pressure sliced through her armor and washed over her internal systems, melting and blasting her them askew. She slew
sideways, feeling her limbs go weak, barley able to take a step as tried to
catch herself.
The second
grenade hit her in the small of her back. She went numb, and fell. Darkness came
upon her like a wall, and she was gone.
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