As the smoldering remains of the first Modir crumpled to the fields, the second took aim again. This time the salvo was much closer and angled much lower—so low in fact, that the first round of it impacted the brief stretch of dirt between them instantly in a bright, furious explosion that engulfed the monster entirely. The next volley came barreling at her through the heat and smoke, much too quickly for another interception, but also with less care given to aim. Many of the rounds flew past her, blasting her back with earth from behind but doing little else. Some, however, did hit their mark. 

The briefest shock of pain exploded from her leg as a missile landed home at her thigh, before that hissing guard took hold and numbed it to an uncomfortable heat. Another hit her in the shoulder, tearing off a chunk of bicep, and another still burst beside her, scorching her ribs. 

[color=black]Quinnlash[/color]’s influence strained, the venom of agony seeped through, but only just. 

Suddenly the Modir came charging through the smoke, colliding head-on with [i]Ablaze[/i] and, being much heavier, tackled her easily to the ground. It did not, however, have the mind to pin her, or get her into a hold of any sort. It simply threw itself on top of her and began to wail on her with its claws, snarling and growling like a rapid animal. 

“[color=gray]We’ve got more Modir coming![/color]” 

Through the numbing field, Quinn could feel [color=black]her[/color] fury boiling. [i][color=black]Of course there’s more.[/color][/i]

And sure enough, two more Modir came rushing out of the singularity, full-tilt and bloodthirsty.