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Now there were two more darting around the Tomb Raider. She crouched, fired. The explosive and incendiary shells turned the insects into burning goo. Chunks fell away into darkness. Borg swung his arm, smashed the thing clutching at his cybernetic limb against the wall. Another came up at him, and she shot it on the wing; it described one neat loop and dropped back into the Abyss.

More came up, and she shot them, and then still more came up, and she reloaded and shot again. She had VADS switch to explosive bullets, and the bugs exploded like fireworks all around them.

Then they were gone, as quickly as they’d come. Bits of insect, bulbous-eyed heads and crablike legs mostly, lay scattered about the ledge.

 

The Lost Cult, Chapter 14