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Two knights stood guarding the door, backs against the wail. Obviously they had orders to stop Xris or die in the attempt.
"Glad to oblige," Xris told them.
Lying prone on the stairs, he opened up with the beam rifle, swept it from left to right and back again. He caught one man across the midriff; his rifle flew from his hands, arced over the broken railing, went clanging down the stairs. The other knight vanished; Xris couldn't see what happened to him. Probably hit, maybe retreated.
"Waiting for me inside that damn door," Xris muttered. He spit out what remained of the sodden mass that had been the twist, picked himself up, and made a mad dash for the half-closed door.
He put his metal shoulder to it, burst the door open, beam rifle blasting as he ran.
He was in a carpeted corridor of a luxury hotel. He took cover in a nearby doorway, ceased firing long enough to take a quick look around. Doors to rooms to his left and right. Most were closed. One, about six meters down the hall, was open. The corridor looked empty.
Xris took a step forward.
A knight popped up out of nowhere, directly in front of the cyborg. Xris had no time to think. He just prayed and shot.
The blast struck the knight at point-blank range. The body literally dissolved in a charred and bloody mass at Xris's feet.
A man with good reflexes and two good legs could have avoided falling over the corpse
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