Two hands seized Harry's torso, and then he was lifted off the ground, flung over the ziarogat's head. He flew a good twenty feet before landing painfully on his belly in the middle of the open field.
Harry rolled onto his back.
The ziarogat was already facing him.
By instinct, he threw up a rippling force-field half a second before a bullet slammed into it. Standard ammunition. The fancier stuff drained your weapon's power cells fairly quickly, but the ziarogat would change tactics if he decided to turtle up behind an energy barrier. Think! You have to think.
He sat up and sent the force-field speeding forward. However, this time, he angled it to sink into the earth, kicking up chunks of dirt and spraying them at the ziarogat. The creature raised an arm to shield its face, backing up
