7
Maxus
The blast forced my head back, the snap causing the bones in my neck to crackle as they struck one another. I turned toward my attacker, my beast roaring so loudly car alarms went off on the streets three stories below.
“Increase the strength of the blast,” Golden Boy ordered.
“We are not to kill him,” the darker Prillon argued.
They were arguing, each thinking independently of the other. Without their third, the Xeriman, the connection between their minds must have become weak.
Each male adjusted their weapon as I fought to get close enough to finish this fight. A stronger blast and they might take me down.
That was not acceptable.
A silent rumble moved through my chest as if a large truck approached at high speed. Alarmed, I looked around for another threat.
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