I dropped for cover as the three grenades detonated, first the concussion wave from the lightning grenade washing through the confined space, then the simultaneous detonation of the two explosive shrapnel grenades I’d thrown.
My ears were still ringing as I pulled the SMR to the ready and started pouring fire through the hole, aiming to catch anyone staggering into my line of sight. I couldn’t see much, but my SMR told me that two of the strike members were still moving, though slowly. One appeared to be down.
It was my chance to finish the fight.
I dropped to one knee, reaching for my ’lock even as I kept firing with the SMR, preparing to unleash a wave of devastation that would take out both remaining strike members at once. But they’d been prepared.
“Watch his warlock!” one of the t
