Page 50 of The Death Games


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The weight of the situation bore down on me.

One shot.

One opportunity.

Every ounce of my being focused on the task at hand.

Ihadto hit my mark.

Suddenly, the Ty’a’tim’s movements ceased.

The world seemed to slow.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest, each beat echoing the seconds that were quickly running out.

I could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric.

Positioning my makeshift bow, I took a deep breath, drawing the bamboo arrow back.

I chose my target.

It was a difficult shot, but it was the best chance we had.

My senses honed in, drowning out everything but my target.

The distant chirping of alien birds, the rustling of leaves, even Riley’s soft breaths — all faded away.

But just as I was about to release the arrow, the Ty’a’tim paused.

Its nostrils flared, and its head slowly began to turn in our direction.

Those intelligent, glowing eyes widened as they fixed on me.

Time, once again, seemed to slow, stretching the moment out into an eternity.

With a silent prayer to the Creator, I released the arrow.

It whistled as it passed through the air.

But the Ty’a’tim was faster than I had anticipated.

In a fluid motion, it raised the plasma blaster pistol, its finger squeezing the trigger just as it turned to face me fully.

A bright, vivid flash filled my vision — the radiant cyan glow of the plasma bolt blotting out the swift-moving bamboo arrow.

A heady mix of fear, hope, and adrenaline surged through me.

The sheer force of the plasma bolt made my heart leap into my throat.

The air frazzled with energy as the plasma bolt struck the tree beside me, disintegrating instantly, leaving behind a mist of ash and a faint smell of ozone.

For a fraction of a second, I saw my life flash before my eyes, but then the reality of the situation sank in.

He hadmissed.

A split second later, there was a softtink!

The Ty’a’tim looked down and saw that my arrow had struck the plasma pistol.

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