The white beam from the sniper rifle traveled and erased the air in its path.
KWAA-BOOM!
The shot struck the Demonic Arbiter's chest dead center. The impact didn't result in a simple explosion; it was a localized collapse of space. The patchwork of wings and sewn mouths was sucked into a vacuum of white energy before being violently expelled outward in a spray of black ichor and gray feathers.
A hole the size of a man's torso yawned open in the monster's chest.
Sasha didn't pause to admire the carnage. She stood her ground, the massive rifle dissolving back into green pixels as she immediately manifested her silver Deagles. Her arms were trembling from the kickback, and thin lines of blood leaked from the corners of her eyes—a price for channeling a Level 3 Stigma.
"Eat shit and die, you holy freak!" she spat.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
