Cerberus Mk 2 almost crippled by a bullet

The battlesuit’s microphones picked up the crack of bullets splitting the air, and one of the exes near him twitched and fell over. Another one spun and dropped. A third jerked its head to the side and stumbled forward, the right side of its head a mess of twisted tissue and clotted blood. A round pinged off one of the pistons in his arm and came close to crippling the exoskeleton. “Hey,” he shouted over his shoulder.

Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 545
Peter Clines
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