Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
He popped out from behind cover and lifted the pistol with both hands and **shot**.
The bullet pinged off the plating at the joint where the chimera’s front leg met its chest. The impact didn’t penetrate, but it made the beast *notice* him.
Every red sensor zipped to Jax’s figure like magnets.
“Oh, he doesn’t like that,” Jax muttered, already sprinting sideways away from the beacon. “Come on, robo-Bambi, you want a piece—”
The chimera lunged after him, back legs blurring, front claws tearing into the concrete. Its tether‑cables stretched, whining. It reached the end of their length with a wrench that yanked the beacon’s base slightly off its mounts.