Behind the mound that covered his position, Akram glanced once more toward Yashyn. He still hadn't moved, and the young leader could see no sign of breathing.
He took a deep breath while the Rushers continued to pepper his position with projectiles. Yet Akram noticed something—something insignificant at first glance.
They're missing every shot since I took cover… Either they're avoiding killing or wounding me, or they… don't know how to use their weapons, Akram thought, a new idea crossing his mind.
He pulled a pin on his prosthetic arm, which unfolded into a completely different configuration. A new version of the mini-crossbow he had previously built, this time equipped with an automated reloading system.
He pulled several chestnuts from his pouch and loaded the reservoir almost mechanically.
