Predator Eyes Of The Demon 65

Wayne fired. And just like that, the Ghost turned their way; the bullet, like a signal flare, begging for its attention.

One moment, Kim had her eyes on the cabin two hundred yards ahead, then there were two quick bursts of blue light and heat, the first turning most of Wayne into a fine red mist. The other focused on the bike, the front tire vanishing in a tight explosion of rubber and metal shards.
Kim flipped forward, bucked like a cowgirl from an ornery steed, tucking before her head and neck collapsed, eating dirt and grass until her momentum finally slowed to a painful stop.-pg.360 chpt.13