“It’ll be best if you put your hands over your ears, kid,” said Rory, doing so himself.
Bart stared at Rory in disbelief for a moment, then shrugged and copied him. Why not? Everything else had gone crazy. Maybe putting your hands over your ears would protect you against a heavy shell from the tank’s cannon. And just maybe by drawing that heavy fire they would cause the entranceway to be blocked, preventing the Garag from reaching the main settlement.
Even with his hands over his ears he heard a larger rock fall behind him, the vibration from the tank shaking larger and larger rocks loose. A thunderous roar shook him to his core and his eyes shut instinctively. And completely pointlessly. Somehow his body overrode all common sense, convincing him that cowering down and shutting dow
