Book Seven: Chapter 201

Cyrus put on a silver ring and cast the protective shield spell it contained. Once it was in place, he pulled out a small string and wrapped it around his pinky. Yet another protective barrier wrapped itself around him, doubling up on his defenses. Elizabeth considered him for a moment, then nodded her approval.

The hangar door gushed frozen mist from bent seams and then burst. A massive hunk of steel rocketed straight down the hangar where it slid across the floor and showered the room in hot sparks. A cold fog rolled in immediately behind it, just barely obscuring the massive figure that came running in.

“GRACE!” screamed Bigfoot, and the SoS opened fire. Thick walls of ice sprouted around the sasquatch, protecting him from the M134 miniguns as they whirred to life. Stunned, Cyrus could only watch as Bigfoot danced around and then hid his massive bulk behind a concrete pillar.

“Hold your fire!” shouted Dirk from the darkness. “Squads one, three, and seven, flank!