“Stop right there!” the soldier shouted as Etheera tried to get up. She paused on her knees, glancing at him to find him pointing the General’s gun at her. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned on her hands and stood up.
“You’ll only be doing me a favor if you shoot me again,” she said and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. When she reached out toward the cloth hanging at the back of the truck, he fired without a second warning. The weird bullet hit her in the thigh and her feet buckled when the tiny amount of energy she felt had returned to her, vanished like it was never there.
Strong hands caught her just before she smacked her head on the ground and Larson helped her sit up, holding her by the shoulders. She dragged herself closer to him and he froze in surprise. She glanced back
