In the darkness, endless sparks of starlight erupted, so dazzling that they far outshone anything Blue Jade could ever unleash.
"Heads down!"
Someone shouted from the end of the darkness.
Blue Jade immediately let go of the searing-hot Aluminothermic Rifle; the exposed skin on her hands was burned, raw and crimson, but there was no time to scream in pain now. She dropped flat onto the floor at once.
The staggering Bola hesitated for a moment. His face was smeared with filthy blood, his expression completely unreadable. It was impossible to tell whether he had heard the shouted order, or if he had simply burned through the last of his strength.
Bola's movement was textbook perfect, without a single wasted motion. He simply let himself fall straight backward, clean and decisive, like a corpse. A heartbeat later, the burning Aluminothermic Bombs crisscrossed the corridor, screaming past just above Bola and Blue Jade.
