There's no time to think. You slam the full weight of your body into Lucca's, causing both of you to hurtle away from the grenade's trajectory seconds before it explodes, sending waves of burning hot shrapnel whizzing through the air. Lucca rolls to her feet before you can, bringing her gun to bear on the surprised mortal and pulling the trigger three times. The woman's body jerks with each impact and then slumps over, dead before she hits the floor.
"Thanks for the save," Lucca says with a stuttering smile. She looks back and forth through the smoky building, checking for movement. "I think we should get the hell out of here."
You can't help but agree.
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You navigate the crumbled walls and beams, exhaling a sigh of relief when you finally exit the factory. Qui and Jordan are arguing over a kneeling prisoner who's badly wounded and bound tightly. Behind them, you see Bouchard and the others. Many are singed or limping, but none seem to have met final death.
Qui gives you an appraising look. "It looks like you're tougher than I thought, Agad the Imperishable. Ward hit you like a damned truck."
"It's good to see you too, Sheriff."
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