Voodoo's too slow. The SAPIs are like tissue paper against the blades, and they plunge into his torso with a sickening SHICK. Pain lances up his body, and for a few precious moments he's in shock, staring at the blades going into his gut.

Then he looks up into the creature's eyes and takes a shaky breath.

"Nah. No blade."

He jams the muzzle up underneath her chin.

"Just a trigger."

Three pounds of pressure, and-

BANG