Luke's mind raced as sparks cracked off the centipede's green carapace. His broken weapon trembled in his hand, but his eyes sharpened. Without hesitation, he opened his intercom.
"Support team, anyone still got energy rounds left? I need them. Now."
The line crackled before Rogan's voice came through, harsh and clipped.
"Can't. Still swarmed by these damned dragonflies!" Gunfire echoed faintly behind his words.
Another voice chimed in, Aya's, trembling with strain.
"I—I can't either…! Too many on my side already, I can barely hold them back—"
For a moment, silence pressed heavy in Luke's ear, until Dori's calm but slightly unsteady voice cut in.
"I can help. Just tell me where to shoot."
Luke's chest loosened with relief. "Aim at me," he said firmly. "I need that energy to charge my Mirror skill."
There was a sharp gasp on the other end.
"W-what?!" Dori's composure cracked, panic bleeding through. "Shooting you directly? What if I—"
