CHAPTER TEN
Lava lunged at the fugitive Enosian with her bayonet. She couldn't afford an extended fight, she barely had enough oxygen to reach the spacesuits, let alone get into a fight.
The Enosian dodged to the side and waved her arms around, clearly an attempt at distraction.
It wouldn't work. Lava lunged at her again, slashing through the thinning air. She could feel the hard vacuum tearing up her skin, her blood vessels. The ones in her eyes had already popped, and she could literally see red.
Snarling, she went for the Enosian again. The supply of oxygen was right there, in that old, weathered steel suit of hers. Once she'd ripped her head off she'd have enough oxygen to even check the ship for survivors.
The Enosian refuse to sit still and die. She moved like a Pyrite spider, j
