Likaya's Wolves: The Suha Marshes
He would reload.
The sequence was as snappy as his days in the old academy. “Latch forward, slide down, clip enter, slide down, latch pull.” The old mantra recited itself in his thoughts. Three seconds had passed, and his blast staeve was now ready. He battled the vines’ grip as he faced the barrel towards the Druid’s face and fired. The impact shatters the face plate, revealing a sliver of the Birchman’s pale countenance. Likaya finds her strength, thrusting her blade onto the waist again as Froster empties his blast staeve’s clip. The Druid howls, and chokes on its blood. The vines whither from the shield, releasing the staeve from its grip. The green glow that permeated the eyes of the Dr
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