The creature spun in a blur and kicked like a mule, pounding his chest with a black-soled shoe. Once again, he was staggering, struggling to keep his balance. Keepers might have incredible stamina, but even with the armour, his body was weakening.
With the merciless precision of a machine, his enemy came forward to s***h at his belly. Corovin hopped backward but not quickly enough. The nano-blade tore a gash in his armour and left a shallow cut across his bellybutton. If not for the suit, his guts would be spilling onto the street.
Now, a voice whispered in his mind.
To his shock, the ziarogat froze in mid-step as if the very air had congealed around its body. NOW! the voice insisted. I can't hold it forever!
Detaching the submachine gun from his belt, Corovin pointed it and fired a si
