Under the Shifting Wastelands
The last biker was caught in the resulting shrapnel from the explosion, the shards of burning metal eviserating the driver and the passenger manning the gun in the side car.
Seconds
Seconds "Getting off the bus now," Merl tapped into his phone. The rain pattered heavily on the windows, as the lion pulled his hoodie up over his thick mane. "K" came the response from the night's hook up. It wasn't much, but Merl...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 44: Stalkers on the Boundary
The 'eviserators' and their 'alphas' were considerably better prepared to handle the fight than mai's kin tended to be, a constant stream of my small, shadowy canines reforming from the restless red mist was proof they weren't winning the battle, and