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My jaws closed, but he got his arm up in time to block.
I bit down hard, feeling bone crack beneath the pressure of my teeth.
He howled and shoved me off with his other hand, throwing me back with enough force to send me crashing into a tree, the impact knocking the air from my lungs in a sudden rush.
By the time I forced myself upright again, he was already pushing to his feet, his body unsteady but still refusing to give out.
Blood covered him now, multiple wounds bleeding freely, his breathing uneven and labored in a way that made it clear how much he had already taken.
But he was still standing.
One of the sentinels moved closer and fired again, the shot hitting his shoulder and spinning him slightly with the impact before forcing him back down onto one knee.
I was on him before he could recover.
