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- Someone shot me. No lightning, no plasma, just a specialized slug and a gun that roared like a chainsaw. Wretch down. I adjusted course.
- The follow-up shot caught my armor, right where my heart was. The impact sent me spiraling through the air.
- I realized what was happening, and dive-bombed, straight for the nearest cover.
- Teacher granted powers, and this included accuracy.
- I landed in the midst of one of the concrete 'hedrons, in a cubicle with a fucking filing cabinet and post its. I hunkered down by the door to the space, grabbed a black file folder, and stuck it past the gap.
- The bullet hit, striking the rounded-off metal frame my hand was close to. Another shot hit, then a third a second later. I could see the vague indent where it deformed the metal. Each shot landed at the same spot, aimed not at the file folder, but at the palm of the hand that was holding the file folder up.
- Hitting the exact same spot in the metal until they could punch through. I dropped my hand, and I heard more gunshots landing. Aimed at a different part.
- ***
- I would have almost called out master-stranger, except it wasn't. My hand hurt where it had been flayed, my chest hurt in a way that made it hard to breathe because the breastplate had taken a heavy impact. Not a broken rib, only a bruised everything from the diffuse impact.
- The situation was real.
- - Dying 15.2
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