Not Compatible

[Dell Conagher]

Dell was familiar with the gates and he could see the intended path of the amorphous mass that was now bleeding.... as was his arm which was torn with shrapnel from the blast of his shotgun that he had knowingly unloaded right at his hand. Instead of chasing after the beast, he sat himself down on the toolbox as the adrenaline faded and the pain started to set in.... the blinding, throbbing pain of his torn up arm. He might pursue this particular thing later.... but for now he needed to recuperate. He was exhausted and also in pain.