Cursing, Melissa took a step back.
Before she even realized it, her adversary was on its feet again. It jumped, spinning in the air with a hook kick that took her across the cheek.
Melissa staggered backward to the south-wing door, raising a hand to shield her face. Her Spatial Awareness was still crystal clear, and she sensed the foggy figure of the ziarogat coming at her. It raised its right hand, pointing that cannon at her.
At the last second, Melissa fell to her knees. Three bullets flew over her head, shattering this window as easily as the last one. Shards of glass fell around her. In that moment, in the drawn-out instant before they made contact with her body, she applied Bent Gravity to every single one. The prickle in her skin became a thousand stinging needles, but she didn’t
