Prophaniti Matrix

The thing, Prophaniti, was stepping towards me. I shot at it with my storm-gun, watching in horrid fascination as it caught the white hot bolt rounds out of the air in its outstretched hands, like a man idly catching slow-tossed racquet balls.
The bolts dulled to an ember-red in its palms, and it tossed them aside.



"Malleus", Chapter Fifteen