His leg was bleeding.
He could feel it seeping through the nanotech, warm and persistent, even as the microscopic machines worked frantically beneath his skin. They stitched torn fibers. Reconnected damaged nerves. Reinforced splintered bone. But the damage was stacking faster than they could compensate.
Bruises darkened across his ribs. Cuts lined his arms and torso. His shattered foot throbbed violently with every pulse of his heart.
Yet in this moment, he couldn’t feel s**t.
Not fear.
Not pain.
Only rage.
He looked up at the two soldiers hovering inches above him. They were no longer distant shapes in the sky. They were close enough now that he could see the faint glow behind their visors, the smooth metallic armor fitted seamlessly over alien muscle.
They were seconds away.
He
