““There might be fighting, and you look like a hard stare could break a limb off,” I said in exasperation. Something beamed me in the back. I whirled, already shooting, but I’d been struck with a detached head—gross, yet not dangerous. Then another head came rushing toward me as if it were a bowling ball, and my legs were pins. I dodged out of the way only to have it turn in midair and smack me in the ass. “Stop it, you made your point!””
