Blackie was thrown off-balance by the first blast, his massive frame staggering sideways as dirt and shrapnel burst beneath his feet.
BOOM.
Another step, another eruption.
BOOM. BOOM.
The landmines themselves were never going to pierce his hardened physique, but the concussive force was real, hammering through his body again and again. Every stride forward seemed to awaken another buried charge, the ground betraying him in a steady rhythm of fire and thunder.
For the first time, Blackie was getting a firsthand taste of the irritation Ethan had once endured while navigating minefields back in Ethereal.
