But Kyrshaw remained optimistic and unperturbed. “Mayhap if we inquire elsewhere, we might find suggestions for an easier means of ascent.”
I followed behind him through the narrow frozen streets, struggling with feeling like a burden when his shout pulled my attention.
“Take cover!”
The sound of gunfire split the air ahead of us, and I lunged behind Kyrshaw into the cover of a side street. He already had his pistol out and was returning firing, and I whipped open my coat to draw the SMR.
It felt heavy supported by only my right hand, and as I opened fire it only took a single burst to realize how much I had relied on my synth arm to steady the thing. I spotted movement farther down the street when Kyrshaw called, “Watch out!” and a small cylinder arced overhead.
Kyrshaw dove away fro
