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. Xris's entire system had to readjust itself, however: neurocomputer responding to electronic impulses from the brain; mechanical side of the body trying to coordinate with the physical. He was struggling to retain his balance when a bullet struck him from behind.
The bullet lodged in metal, not in flesh, but that didn't make a whole hell of a lot of difference. The impact knocked Xris's cybernetic leg from under him; shorted out all kinds of complicated electronic circuitry.
He knew, as he fell, that he was dead. Sprawled on the floor, his electronics going wild, he had no way to defend himself. The next shot would blow apart his head or tear open his chest ....
He heard the shot, was startled not to feel it slam into him. Training and experience made up for the frantic microsecond of panic. He had managed to hang on to the beam rifie. Rolling to his left, he lifted his weapon, prepared to fire, stopped himself just in time.
Harry stood in the doorway, lasgun in hand. A dead knight lay on the floor in front of him. "Thanks!" Xris shouted.
"Huh?" Harry returned. "Did you say somethin'?"
Xris pulled himself to a crouching position, began to assess the damage. LEDs flashed red. He did what he could to jury-rig himself, was making final adjustments when he heard Harry shout.
Xris looked up quickly. A black-gloved hand flicked out of the open door down the corridor
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