The ziarogat stood before Corovin, watching him with dead eyes and blocking his path. With alarming speed, it thrust its fist out toward him and released several rounds. They bounced off his armour, each one landing like a punch to the chest, bringing with it an ache, and he was forced to back up.
ziarogatThe ziarogat adjusted its aim so that its fist was pointed at his face. He heard a soft buzz that suggested it had switched to one of those fancy ammunition settings the Leyrians used.
ziarogatHe tapped his belt.
A force-field appeared, flickering and crackling, and he hardly even noticed when a bullet flattened itself against the screen of static. With a gesture, he sent the force-field speeding toward his opponent.
He gasped when the cyborg jumped over it and kicked him in the face.
