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Jack somersaulted across the floor tiles, scooping up a handful of fallen slugs that were still warm to the touch. He came up on one knee, then flung them at his opponent, applying a light Bending to each.
Bullets zipped across the room, slamming into Scar with enough force to kick up silver fluid from his wounds. The ziarogat stumbled, bracing himself against the ruined front door. That was what Jack needed.
He got to his feet, and exhaustion nearly knocked him right back down again. Doubling over with a hand pressed to his chest, Jack scrambled into the hallway and nearly fell flat on his face.
His vision dimmed until the SlipGate that loomed some twenty paces away faded to black only to come back in full colour. His head was swimming, and more than anything else, he wanted to lie
