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Short burst, correct aim, short burst, correct aim,
repeat. Walk in on the target. The twelve-gauge solid
shot slugs were impacting into the side of the moving
armoured figure, knocking him over, battering him
across the ground. She emptied the extended magazine
of the automatic shotgun into him, ignoring the
other armoured figure paralysed on the ground. She
dropped the shotgun. She was appalled when he, it,
the thing she’d seen far below St. Petersburg, stood
up. She grabbed the weapon on her back and pulled it
round in front of her. The armoured thing staggered
towards her. She brought the weapon to her shoulder.
It raised its hand as if reaching for her. She fired the
netgun. The weighted high-tensile net, coated in industrial
adhesive, spread open in mid-air, propelled by the
four shotgun cartridges in each of the netgun’s barrels.
The weapon’s recoil staggered Amanda and she fell
backwards over some of the rubble. She found herself
staring numbly at the hand of a young woman sticking
out of the rubble. She looked over at the armoured
warrior that had killed so many of her friends. The net
had entangled him. He was trying to move, trying to
get the purchase to break it but he couldn’t. As solutions
went it had been around since the Stone Age. He
fell over. 

Crysis: Escalation, The Chance, Part 2