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Chapter Twenty Nine: Between Her Ribs
Grunt watches as Shepard stumbles – a gasping pain leaked between her ribs. She falters, growls her defiance, falls to one knee. She braces herself with the barrel of her shotgun in the dirt, keeping herself upright, panting heatedly – he can see the sweat glinting off her brow and the gash along her cheek from where he crouches behind cover.
The world slows.
He watches, transfixed, as she shouts her resistance, fist bunching in the dirt, pushing up forcefully from the ground. She spits blood from her lips, frown set, legs already marching on.
Grunt finally understands the definition of perfection.