The thing had tracked Alice's firing pattern across two shots and broken stride on the third, changing direction in a lateral snap that carried it past the beam's landing point by less than a meter, and it was still running.
Kaiden's blood reserves were running low. Three javelins, a thread, and the sustained Wrath output had eaten most of what the earlier kills had provided.
He pulled what remained from both vambraces and shaped it into a wide crescent along his right forearm, thin as paper and dense as the steel it was mimicking, then flung it sidearm across the basin in a spinning arc that anticipated the runner's trajectory two seconds ahead of where it was.
