** Mo Lingxin had all of his momentum front and center. Jamerson dives out of the way with time to spare, and Mo's mound of flesh screeches. The bullets impacting it do little other than make it jolt. It slides on the ice trying to stop, but goes off the clisdie. The monsterous claws dig into...
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