Smacked by Ethniu

And Marcone slid around his dead friend’s back, seized the automatic shotgun from its harness on Hendricks’s chest, swung the barrel up into the Titan’s face, and emptied the magazine.
Ethniu reeled back, shielding her face with her arms and screaming in fury. She was showing more weakness—she had ignored fire that had come at her earlier, but Marcone’s rounds had caused her pain. She swung the spear to one side and back, slamming Marcone with Hendricks’s limp body with a hideous finality of impact. Then she whipped the spear free, sending a column of lightning tearing into the Archive’s position. Ramirez grabbed the girl and yanked her out of the way, but Ethniu had regained her footing.

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But the Eye, the Eye flew out of its socket and landed on the muddy ground, a little bigger than a softball, glowing with sullen rising fire.
A fire that had the potential to consume anything that was.
Including Ethniu.
The Titan clutched at her maimed face and her expression suddenly became subsumed with terror.
She lurched for the Eye.
So did I.
So did Lara.
We hit in a tangled confusion of bodies. The Eye skittered away.
It bounced and rolled and came to a stop against the boots of Hendricks’s corpse.
And John Marcone popped out of the shadows near Hendricks’s body, seized it, gave me a ferocious glare, and sprinted toward Lake Michigan.


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