The attacker screams, dropping the flamethrower as the fire engulfs his back. He collapses, thrashing on the floor.
But the remaining four attackers are advancing, their flamethrowers raised.
Kade moves like a shadow. He doesn't use his thermal blade. He uses his massive, human right shoulder, tackling the nearest attacker to the ground. He drives his fist into the attacker’s visor, shattering the glass, and pins him to the floor.
The fuel lines! Kade projects, his mental voice a roaring, unyielding drumbeat. Cut the fuel lines!
I pump the shotgun, firing blindly into the smoke. The heavy slug strikes an attacker in the midsection, shattering the fuel line. The pressurized fuel sprays out, igniting instantly in the heat of the room. The attacker is thrown backward, engulfed in flames.
