Kade doesn't hesitate. He pulls two spherical grenades from his tactical vest, pulls the pins, and hurls them into the tree line.
BANG!
The blinding white light and deafening roar erupt in the darkness. The mercenaries stagger, their visors overloaded by the sudden, intense luminance.
"Fire!" I command.
I pull the trigger. The shotgun roars, the heavy slug tearing through the air and slamming into the chest of the nearest mercenary. The ley-line infused round shatters his crude liquid armor, throwing him backward into the dirt.
Kade moves like a shadow. He doesn't use his dead left arm. He uses his massive right shoulder, tackling the second mercenary to the ground. He drives his combat knife into the gap in the mercenary's neck armor, twisting the blade. The man goes limp.
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