The blast hit Sammy and knocked her back to the ground. Hard ground. Oh hell.
She rolled and got back on her feet. Laser - bad. Go to Plan B. Glock. She always liked her Glock. After all, she only had to keep it busy until one of the others with more oomph finished with their fights.
She aimed for the invisible line at neck level and let off several rounds.
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