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           OneoftheMimicsinthepackstoodoutfromtherest. Itwasn’tthatitlookeddifferentfromtheothers.Justanotherdrowned,bloatedfrog. Buttherewassomethingaboutitthatsetitapart. Maybeproximitytodeathhadsharpenedmysenses,butsomehowIknewthatwastheoneIwasmeanttofight. 

           Sothat’swhatIdid. IleaptattheMimicanditlashedoutatmewithitstail. Ifeltmybodylighten. Oneofmyarmshadbeencutoff. Therightarm-leavingthepiledriverontheleftintact. Luckyme. Ipulledthetrigger. 

           Thechargefired,aperfectninety-degreeangle. 

           Onemoreshot. Aholeopenedinthething’scarapace. 

           Onemoreshot. Iblackedout.