[ Once they come to a very sudden stop, thanks to the Flame of the Firehawk clipped to her belt, Maya knows they only have a matter of time. Blue light is flashing all around them as her shield weakens.
The thresher isn't making it easy on them either, flailing around as the blasts from Peter's weapons set it ablaze. Her phaselock won't do them much good- she doesn't know what it is about threshers, but she's never been able to pick one up. Too big, maybe.
She does manage to pull her pistol free and lets off a couple of shots, a cloud of acid erupting to join the flames. With a final screech, the thresher's spikes retract, and it tries to slink away as the elements slowly kill it.
Maya's breathing hard, buzzing with adrenaline, one arm still locked around Peter's ]
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The thresher isn't making it easy on them either, flailing around as the blasts from Peter's weapons set it ablaze. Her phaselock won't do them much good- she doesn't know what it is about threshers, but she's never been able to pick one up. Too big, maybe.
She does manage to pull her pistol free and lets off a couple of shots, a cloud of acid erupting to join the flames. With a final screech, the thresher's spikes retract, and it tries to slink away as the elements slowly kill it.
Maya's breathing hard, buzzing with adrenaline, one arm still locked around Peter's ]
I hate those things.