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the demon has created.   Each victim’s agony radiated through and paralyzed the others.   She took advantage of the situation fully, working so quickly they couldn’t recover.
    And with each completed cycle, a body slumped to the ground, adorned with a bloodless hole in both the head and heart.
    The feeder has to unlink them soon.   They are useless like this.
    Left-right, left-right, left-right.  
    Her heartbeat shots claimed three more lives.   Alsvior stood motionless to one side, forgotten by the mob.  
    The golems moaned and shivered as one.   De la Roca gasped at their trembles, and then the men broke formation, running in all directions at once.  
    A man stood and tried to bellow a command—she shot him first.   Now separated from the feeder, the men tried different positions.   Some dropped to one knee, while half of them merely pointed their guns at her from a standing pose.   Bullets hailed toward her, and she felt fire tear through her left arm.   She glanced down and spotted the dark ichor seeping out of her sleeve.
    Nice shot, asshole.
    She whistled once—Alsvior's cue.   He reared up and screamed, his entire body bursting into a conflagration, and then went barreling through the crowd.   Men and women flew through the air like bowling pins, while others jumped backwards at the threat of snapping teeth and sharp, heavy hooves.  
    Alsvior had akras of his own, of course.   He was a very hard horse to shoot.
    The temporary distraction was enough for her to jump off of the rafter.   As she hurtled toward the ground, she tucked both guns into their holsters and unslung the shotgun from her back.  
    She aimed for the center of the largest grouping.   At least seven people fell.   They’re not human anymore, just husks without strength or fortitude .   As Alsvior continued to drive individual golems into the ground, she methodically worked her way around the room.
    The confusion of the mob over the new weapon lasted only a few precious seconds, but when they had finally rallied enough to return fire, she was already on the move.   She jumped from floor to ceiling, wall to desk, taking cover constantly.   It was a dance she had long ago perfected.
    Finally, the golems were sparse enough that the shotgun would be wasteful.   The revolver was singing with so much heat, she could feel it burning through the holster.   It could smell the blood, and it wanted to play a different game— Bluot's game.   Not time yet, but almost.
    She drew the gun, and the blood frenzy leapt into her, trying to overtake her.   Once affected, she would not try to protect herself and would take no heed of anything except for her own bullets.   She pulled back as hard as she could, but the effort left her panting.   Not yet.   Just a little bit more!   Still, she could not keep all of it out, and she could feel the killing joy rise up within her—earthy, savage and primal.
    She whistled again, and Alsvior ran toward her.   She jumped onto his back, as she had done outside the bar, and he galloped ahead at full speed.   She left him to his own devices then, and pulled out her pistol in addition to the revolver.   Many of the ghouls he merely ran down.   Most fell to her guns though, the akra refilling the chambers with endless bullets— left-right, left-right, left-right — until there were none left standing.
    Now, to make it show itself.
    She dismounted in the middle of the carnage and chose the body of a fat man on which to sit.   She pulled a cigarette out of her jacket and lit it, inhaling the smoke and blowing rings in the air.
    "I know you're here," she murmured to the air.   "Come out, come out."
    The silence was broken by a gentle rumble.   The earth quivered, shaking the bodies until they danced, the rumble growing into a deafening roar.   Solid lines of the factory floor started to bulge and slide, making snakelike shapes that shattered entire expanses of concrete.  
    She continued to sit