I pulled a grenade free. Maybe it could distract him long enough for her to-
Didn’t you already use your last grenade?
Crawler surged forward, slamming his head into her. Like a spiked volleyball, she slammed hard into the ground.
Aaand there goes the forcefield.
I could see her skin turning red, then black, where the spittle had covered it. Flesh melted away to reveal muscle, then the acidic vomit began to eat away at that. She screamed, frantic, thrashing, oblivious to the flaming patches of ground that she was rolling into.
What a way to go. 
The bugs I’d placed on my teammates told me they weren’t close. Glory Girl and Cache were down and needed immediate medical attention – Cache had managed to call in the rest of the Protectorate and the remaining Wards, but he’d collapsed into the arms of one of the adults.
Good job, Cache.
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