“FUCK, RPG MY 1” Fuentes shouted panickedly” 

The LT hit the ground as an RPG careened over his head. 

“MOTHER FUCKER” The LT snarled lining up his dot on the source of the blast, some 500 meters away. 

Downrange an insurgent readied another RPG, as he raised it a bright flash emanated from his target. His head exploded but the remaining electrical signal last sent from his now splattered brain traveled down his spine into his arms, then into his hands and fingers, pulling the trigger. 


RPG!!!!

Nike instinctively raised her arms to shield herself. There was a resounding explosion, molten copper spewed onto her chest and fragments of her now destroyed HMG careened around her. 

The giant woman wobbled and then careened to the ground, impacting with a resounding thud.