AVP Hunters Planet 19

"Get your asses down here," shouted Hank. He pointed his blaster up at the trees. "Or I'm going to mow those trees, down, just like I did―"

There was only a brief flicker. A thunk, and a tearing. A sharp intake of breath. The next thing Brookings knew, Hank staggered, equipped with a new appendage. A javelin just like the one that had killed the others had almost magically appeared, transfixed in his chest, bloody barb sticking out of his side. Hank looked down at the spear. For a moment he tried to pull it out of his body, and
then he keeled over dead.

"Damn!" Hans said no other words of benediction for poor Hank's departing soul. He just ran forward, screaming, pouring out a blast of energy from his gun. For his trouble he was rewarded with one of the boomerang devices. It sailed through the air, again seemingly out of nowhere, and cleanly sliced through most of his neck. The head whipped back on the remaining strands of skin and muscle. A fountain of blood whooshed up into the air. The blaster scorched the earth harmlessly under Hans's clenched fingers. Upside down, horrified and stunned eyes stared at the party for a moment, aware...And then the light died in them. The body toppled over, still twitching. A gout of fire churned up some more dirt.

And then it was over.-Chpt.7 pg.379