Marqus felt nothing but an irregular, aching pulse from his arm. A smear of blood covered the back of his hand and dripped from his fingers. In another minute, his entire right side would be useless and the Zetas would be left standing. It looked down on him with its almost face, passive and quickly losing interest. Marqus closed his eyes and withdrew another vial of biotics. “If I can keep you as an isolated system…” He injected the contents and felt a final, terrible rush. “Which of us will collapse first?”
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 09:03:56 +0000
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