throwing needles

He was groggy. His eyes lulled open once more. That wasn’t enough to put him down?

Four tiny, silver needles sprouted from him, arching from his throat to his face. All the energy was quickly sapped from his form. He slumped back against the wall, his features disappeared, and then he burst into black smoke.

“These creatures require lethal force, tactician.” Sheik glared at him from across the room.

- Chapter 37