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—he fired. Building up a charged shot to eliminate the shield.

—barrel of his plasma pistol, the claw-shaped weapon breaking teeth as it unleashed a spray of green point-blank, a shower of sizzling plasma meeting melted bone and boiling blood. His shields were flickering but not failing under the last Kig-Yar’s fire, and he threw the corpse at its fellow while—

An eyebrow raised and a smile.

“Isn’t that three?”