Night staggered from the blow, and I drove my shoulder into her. It wasn’t as effective as I’d hoped, but I did get her far enough away from the canister that I could duck down and scoop it up in one hand.
Nice work! Now what? Are you gonna throw it out of the battlefield or something?
I dashed away, past her, and she struck me from behind. I knew from the magnitude of the impact that she wasn’t in her human shape as she hit me, and for one paralyzing moment, I suspected I’d made a terminal error.
Ah, shit. No one was looking, huh?
The blow was enough to knock me to the ground and make me roll a half-dozen times before I could stop myself. I cast a glance over my shoulder as I stopped. Night was there, and the residual smoke from the canister that surrounded her had apparently been sufficient to block my teammates’ view.
Stupid of me to turn my back. I was lucky that she hadn’t had more than a second or two in her transformed state to act.
The Doctor warned you against turning your back on her, Taylor.
“Don’t blink. Don’t even. Blind and you’re dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t. blink. Good luck.”