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Bullets rained down on them.
Some grazed trees; others punched right through trunks that were too thin to stop them. Some hit soldiers, and others whizzed past without doing any damage. Captain Denathril's people returned fire, but it was harder to get a good shot when your enemy had the high ground.
Melissa was crouching with one hand raised, a circular Bending deflecting bullets that should have pierced her flesh and sending them into the sky. “I need cover fire!” she screamed. Did anyone hear?
She let her Bending collapse.
Throwing herself sideways, she rolled across the mucky ground and landed face-down behind a tree. There was a vicious THWACK as something ripped through its trunk, and then splinters of wood fell onto her back.
Melissa looked up, blinking. “I can't do anythin
