Fifty-four
The place erupted in action.
Ryann heard Brice cry out, “No!” as he staggered forward, his good arm held out toward Siren.
Siren squeezed the trigger, but Dia had already lunged forward. One hand clasped round Siren’s wrist, and Ryann heard the sharp snap of bone a fraction before the weapon fired into the air. The Preben fell from Siren’s fingers.
Keelin cried out, as she raced across the grass.
Dia turned her head and smiled. She lifted Siren from the ground. The woman balled her free hand into a fist, and hammered it onto Dia’s head.
Then Dia turned back to Siren, seemingly oblivious to the blow she’d struck.
Dia shot her hand forward. Siren convulsed as Dia’s talons ripped into her stomach. Siren coughed, sending blood splattering onto Dia’s face.
The NeoGen laughed
