Sera climbed the hood of the lead truck while bullets sparked off the barricade around her.
Smoke curled across her shoulders like it belonged there. When she raised her arm, the creature under her skin looked out through her eyes.
The men behind the sandbags saw it.
Some broke.
Some didn't get the chance.
Because Elias kept shooting until there was nothing left standing between her and the center span.
Flame crawled the drum and snapped toward her like it recognized a better meal.
Sera stepped off the hood into the smoke, boots hitting hot metal and then concrete. Bullets stitched light through the dirty orange.
She didn't duck.
She simply walked forward, letting the bullets around her fly.
A man rose behind the sandbags and dragged a shotgun up to his shoulder.
She put two bullets through his chest without adjusting her stride.
