The obsidian blade plunged itself into Pussnado’s chest, right into what John was sure was her still-healing wound. She stumbled back and stopped shooting, but did not die. The agent looked down, let out a groan of annoyance like she was having just the worst day, and tugged the spear out of her chest. She tossed it aside, reloaded her gun, and started walking toward the RV again.
