"Painkillers," John replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "They'll deal with any internal bleeding and numb the nerves enough so you won't slow down during the fight." He suddenly paused, his eyes widening. "Wait—what the hell is that behind you?"
Ty spun around, just in time to see a mechanical spider, its tiny red eye blinking ominously. He barely reacted before it fired a dart directly at him. Instinct took over, and Ty caught the dart mid-air, but as soon as his fingers wrapped around it, an electric current surged through him. He gritted his teeth, his muscles locking up momentarily before he crushed the dart in his hand, cutting off the current.
John stomped on the spider, metal parts scattering across the ground. "What the hell," John muttered, his eyes darting around. "Is this some kind of enemy trick?"
