The Patriarch Falls, Pt 13
The very moment that Callie had unleashed all of her anger and frustration and pain, Freya poured in what little she had left through her own body. Not that she needed much. All she wanted was a touch of speed…
She leapt sideways, drew both her handcannons, and pointed them squarely at Father.
Time slowed around her as she squeezed both triggers and fired her devastating weapons. Their muzzle blast shone brightly as the huge slugs spun their way out, and slammed right into his back.
Freya was tossed back nearly a dozen meters from the force of the recoil. She bounced around and rolled a bit before she ended up as a heap on the floor.
“Ow,” she groaned.
Her bullets struck Father at the exact same time as Callie’s hammer struck his chest. Because of his highly armored skin, they didn’t break through. Instead, they slammed into him with astounding kinetic energy.