I can sense the Voice of Command—Mason's Voice of Command, as it snuffs out Alicia's reason and restraint in one instant.
So, instantly berserk, she charges the Hunter. She passes the loosed bolt without trying to stop it. Though my feet carry me like wings, the distance between Phil and the arrow is just too short.
PLUNK! The arrow hits home.
Alicia reaches the Hunter and raises her keen claws to slash his midriff.
Phil launches Martha one-handed away from himself to save her from the blast.
I slide in my tracks as the huge crossbolt goes off in Phil's chest before Martha can even bounce across the dirt.
The Hunter raises his crossbow to defend against Alicia's claws.
It is all just happening too fast.
A shell hits Alicia's shoulder as she claws the crossbow as effortlessly as snipping a thread.
The Hunter grunts as her claws bite into the flesh of his forearm.
