Artemis- Thrown by Neutrino Blast

The ship was as big as a grain silo and seemed to be fighting against
the pull of its tethered engines, throwing off waves of steam and jets of
fluid. Rocket fuel drenched Artemis, making it difficult to ignore the
fact that the rocket was real. But if there was one thing Artemis had
not lost it was his stubbornness, and so he stood his ground, refusing to
yield to his final squeak of good sense.
“Who cares?” he muttered.
Holly somehow heard the last two words and thought,
I care. Desperate situations call for desperate solutions.
Nothing to lose, thought Holly, flapping at the holster on her thigh.
She swept her pistol from its home in a slightly more erratic arc than
usual. The gun was synced with her visor, but even so, Holly did not
have time to check the settings. She simply held down the command
sensor with her thumb, then spoke clearly into the microphone at the
side of her mouth.
“Gun.” [Pause for beep.] “Non lethal. Wide-bore concussive.”
“Sorry, Artemis,” she muttered, then fired a good three-second blast
at her human friend.
Artemis was ankle deep in slush and in full-rant mode when Holly
pulled the trigger.
The beam hit him like a slap from a giant electric eel.
His body was lifted and tossed through the air a moment before the
probe clattered to a bone-crushing landing, obliterating the spot where
he had been standing.
Artemis dropped into a crater like a sack of kindling and
disappeared from Holly’s sightline. That’s not good, thought Holly,
then saw her own magical sparks hover before her eyes like inquisitive
amber-tailed fireflies.
...

They hobbled across the ice toward the crater where Artemis lay. He
was extremely pale and there was a speed drip of blood running from
the corner of his mouth to his hairline. Foaly dropped to his forelegs
and tried to encourage Artemis back into consciousness with a stiff
talking to.
“Come on, Mud Boy,” he said, poking Artemis’s forearm. “No time
for lollygagging.”
Artemis’s response to this chastising was a barely noticeable jerking
of his arm. This was good—at least it told Holly that Artemis was still
alive.

- The Atlantis Complex, Chapter 3