Thirteen
Brice heard a yell as the black shape fell on Cathal. The man disappeared, pinned down by shadowy limbs. A howl cut through the air, and Brice saw a mouth, wide and black, lined with fangs. The mouth jerked sharply, and the fangs vanished into the shadows as Cathal screamed in agony.
Brice dropped to a crouch and raised his lash, crosshairs ready. He heard voices; curses and yells, maybe instructions. He pulled up more filters, desperate to see into the shadows. To see what he was aiming at.
There was a crack, and the air by Brice’s head surged forwards with an ozone blast. For a moment his vision burst with light, and a deep rolling roar filled his ears. There was more shouting. Brice shouted too, waving his lash in the air, and only now realising he could no longer see the si
