The Reaver staggered back a few steps, the impact of my bullets snapping its head so far back that, if it were anything other than a homicidal, freakish creature of the light, its neck would definitely have snapped. I shot it a couple more times just for the hell of it and, grabbing the kid, I backpedaled towards the gate.
“la, la yumkinuna almashy fi al'amakin almudiya!” the boy screamed, straining against my grip and pulling me in the opposite direction. What the heck!
The Reaver had recovered, and its usually dull yellow eyes now glowed like freshly molten lava. I had hoped to buy some time, at least enough for us to get away, but it looked like all shooting it in the face did was piss it off.
“Kid, cut it out!” I yelled, emptying the rest of my clip at the Reaver. “I swear to God, I’ll leave you right here!”