The sky was filled with brilliant fire that illuminated the churning battlefield in blues and greens. Ailen stumbled in the mud, shielding her eyes from the light, and fell flat on her face as the tell-tale vzz of a plasma rifle flew right through the space her head had been. She struggled against the sucking mud, and the storm cannon fired again, flashing cerulean over a blackened, grinning skull in front of her.
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