His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
Torin roared, laying down a burst of suppressive fire into the catwalks above to keep any remaining snipers pinned down.
Agnes and Maeve sprinted through the freezing rain, their boots splashing through the flooded loading bay. Rhys stayed at their backs, a towering, indestructible shield, intercepting a stray plasma bolt with his bare, wrapped forearm, letting the moonstone weave absorb the lethal heat before tossing a secondary kinetic blast into the ceiling to collapse the bay doors behind them.