"THE BASE OF THE SKULL! THERE IS A GAP BETWEEN THE FOURTH AND FIFTH VERTEBRAE! THE BONE PLATES DON'T OVERLAP!"
Her voice was raw, shredded by the freezing air, yet every syllable carried the lethal precision of a battlefield commander.
Revan heard her.
Mid-leap, his exhausted mind processed the information with a speed that defied his broken body.
He echoed her words in his mind, his thoughts clouded with doubt.
He didn't have time to question how or why.
Because the situation at the front was growing more dire.
In a blurred flash of motion.
He twisted his body mid-air, forcing an unnatural burst of speed to close the distance. With a sharp, controlled maneuver that defied the laws of momentum, he corrected his trajectory and landed heavily on the creature's back, his boots digging into its hide for a solid grip
