You pull out your PLS with your other hand, and Alex doesn't have time to react as you point it at his head and fire.
Nothing happens.
He seems to absorb the power surge from the PLS. You fire again. And again. And again. Again, again, again. Click click click. Out of power. He took all the PLS bursts as though you were touching him with a slightly chilly spoon.
Alex smiles at you again. That inhuman, evil smile. He waves his finger at you chidingly, "Tsk tsk tsk."
He leaps to your throat and bites down.
"This bites." You think as everything turns to dark.
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