A warrior who doesn't back down in battle...
Jape growled something incomprehensible. He got
behind her and ordered, “Run to the village now, Anneliese. You’re done.”
She gritted her teeth and sent more plasma bullets
at the advancing drones. “I’m fine. I’ve still got the vest.”
Jape grabbed her vest, yanking backwards. “I said
go! Now, warrior!”
It was a superior’s command Anneliese wouldn’t
have dared disobey. Unfortunately, Jape had knocked her off balance, and she
started to fall. Instinct took over, and she twisted to regain her
equilibrium—twisted in such a way that her left leg flared with white-hot agony
from hip to toes.
Anneliese’s knee buckled, and she fell hard right
on it. As impossible as she might have thought it would be for it to hurt
worse, it rose to the challenge with vicious triumph. Anneliese barely managed
to bite off a scream as sickening torment blasted the joint.
Hideous, sickening hurt throbbed in nauseating
waves. Anneliese couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. Though her
iron will insisted otherwise, she wasn’t going to limp off the battlefield on
her own. She’d be damned lucky if she would walk within a month.
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