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The Brintax enforcer lunged first—all eight feet of cybernetic muscle and hydraulic rage. Susan barely rolled aside as its fist cratered the deck where her skull had been. She came up swinging with her good arm, the vibro-blade in her fist screeching as it skidded off the enforcer's armored ribs. The impact sent white-hot pain lancing up her damaged arm, but she rode the wave of agony straight into the enforcer's blind spot, driving her knee into its knee joint with a wet crack of buckling hydraulics.

Adam wasn't faring much better. Two Brintax had him pinned against a sparking power conduit, their combined weight forcing him downward as his injured leg trembled under the strain. Then Ghorrax's laughter cut through the chaos—a wet, wheezing sound like a broken air recycler. "Look at them," he gloated, tapping a claw against his ruined detonator. "Pathetic." The warlord's cybernetic tusks crackled with unstable energy as he raised a massive plasma rifle. "Finish the—"

Susan's boot connected with the rifle's barrel a microsecond before it discharged, sending the plasma burst straight into the overhead conduits. Superheated coolant rained down in a scalding deluge, forcing the Brintax back with metallic shrieks. Adam exploited the distraction by slamming his forehead into the nearest enforcer's nasal implant, feeling cartilage and circuitry crunch beneath the impact. He barely registered the pain—just spun and drove his elbow into the second Brintax's throat with enough force to collapse its tracheal tubing.

Ghorrax roared, swinging his plasma rifle like a club. Susan ducked under the wild arc, but not fast enough—the stock clipped her temple, sending her sprawling into a pile of sparking debris. Blood trickled into her eye, painting the world in crimson streaks. Somewhere to her left, Adam was fighting like a cornered animal, his movements growing increasingly erratic as blood loss set in. She could see the exact moment his body decided survival was more important than pain—his pupils dilated, his breathing shallowed, and then he moved.