clubbed by cutter

They came in again, three, four at a time. The soldiers fired off their weapons as the creatures leapt towards them, tracer zooming out into the storm-split dark. There were squeals of pain. Two made it through into the middle of the party. One Willoby clubbed with his rifle butt, and then Connor and Abby tackled it, Connor's knife taking it through the eye. The other was clubbed by Cutter with his unwieldy pole, and before it coulf rise to its feet again Sergeant Fox smashed the stock of his rofle into its head again and again, the movements made into staccato stop-motion by the lightning flashes.

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