Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders
J stayed up top, sniping with precise shots that kept the creature from turning.
Schnell, breathing hard, reached into his pack and pulled out a black cube. "One of ze experimental ones. I haf no idea what it does."
"Throw it anyway!"
He did. The cube arced down, hit the metal flooring, and exploded into a net of shimmering energy. The Neurovore howled—not in pain, but annoyance. It turned, dropping Spitfire.
Jonie scrambled forward and dragged the dragonling behind a pillar.
I hit the bottom walkway, hard. My shoulder screamed in protest, but I ran anyway.
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