The Priest's death didn't bring Lance much comfort. Instead, he gazed at the bizarre growth with a grave expression.
What on earth is this thing?
"My Lord! There's one still alive."
Reynard's voice came through. After slaying the heretical aberrant warrior, he had begun checking the Heretics who had fallen to the ground. Years of combat experience told him that fallen enemies weren't safe; only dead ones could offer true reassurance.
Sure enough, he found a Heretic who had been shot but hadn't died. The shotgun's chamber pressure was low, its power somewhat lacking. Coupled with his corpulent body, the thick layers of fat had absorbed some of the damage. Consequently, he hadn't died on the spot but had been lying on the ground, feigning death.
Upon seeing this, Lance immediately came over. Recognizing the man, he blurted out, "Gene!"
