ZZZAAPPP!​

​     Shawnacy caught a ray blast at the wrist. Yeow! She made a face like she screamed. Still staying a ball, she spun away from her attackers, firing both weapons she held as she did. She had her face tucked into her knees, but she had to keep her head up a little just to see. That's where an algrim smacked her with a hard right fist.

     WHAM!

​     No!

​     She landed not twelve fee from where Trevor stood. Whoa! It looked like she really got hurt. Three algrim converged on her. Oh no, Trevor thought. I'm not going to stand around and just let them take her out. He moved towards her. He tripped over an algrim's leg to go splat on the ground. As he tried to get back to his feet, another algrim combat-elbowed him in the forehead. A firewoks display exploded in Trevor's brain, and then he was back on the ground with blood pouring down his face and feeling like he wanted to throw up. An algrim aimed his rifle at Trevor's midsection. Trevor didn't even have time to think, I'm going to die, before...

     WWAASHH!

     An azure blast caught the algrim in the chest to send him flying back twenty feet. 

     It was Brock!

​     He'd recovered!

​     Yeah! Brock azure blasted every algrim soldier anywhere near Shawnacy. He patted Noel on the shoulder in thanks, then rose to take on the Silvers again. They were ready for him. Brock spun in his wheelchair to fire azure bolts at them both. With each passing moment, his blasts got stronger, stronger. The Silvers went from offensive mode to let's-get-the-hell-out-of-here-and-regroup mode real quick.

     And just in time, too, because, by then, Brock was weary once again.

CONTINUE