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For five glorious seconds, Courtney thought the door would hold. The evil aliens battered it with a frightening amount of might, and it didn't budge.
Until it did.
The material cracked and the integrity of the door failed. It fell off its hinges and one of the slavers pushed it open.
He didn't last long.
Crux had his claws out and was ready to strike, and strike he did, taking down the first slaver and waiting for the second, but the second was ready for him when he saw his first companion fall.
Courtney hated to sit back and do nothing. She felt less than useless. But all she had was a pair of roller skates and a can-do attitude. That was nothing in the face of aliens with fire power.
Could she do that thing she'd done the night before again? Could she somehow channel Crux's pow
