Once again, blades met.
The puppet's blades once again slammed into the girl's scythe. Using the point of
contact as a fulcrum, Gray leapt into the air, elegantly somersaulting over the puppet.
As she did so, her scythe whirled again in a crescent arc. Though it seemed like nothing
more than acrobatic flair at first glance, it was actually a strong counter, combining the
Lara drew her diving knife and stabbed at the clawed hands pulling her down. The creatures seemed immune to pain. She tried sawing at a wrist instead, and the grip released. She must have cut a tendon.
Ignatio Delgado ducked behind a bulkhead next to a set of cargo containers, the red paint peeling off their ribbed metal surfaces, just as a burst of plasma hit. The dull metal he hid behind glowed-hot tiny molten gobs dripping then spitting as they hit the cold deck near his feet.
The spiny quilled mohawks on their skulls twitched. The sound of plasma shots hit the other side of the container and reverberated through the hold.-Prologue
