Predator Eyes Of The Demon 45

Tracey watched the macabre slapstick wide-eyed from behind the German as Lloyd turned, clutching his ruined hand. An anodized disc-like device flashed through the Maglite beam, and suddenly a gushing neck-stump and silence was where Lloyd's face had been.

The weapon ricocheted off the mesh with a sharp clink, something thumping to the floor in the darkness. Tracey gasped, dodged as the cutting-disc streaked past on the rebound. The German screamed as it shattered through his left shoulder, carrying on unimpeded somewhere behind.-pg.254 chpt.10