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Whilst her son was staring in disbelief at the ruins of his hand, Liane Cartman had extricated herself from the crashed vehicle.
Her heavy ass rifle took brief aim at the crab heading for Eric.
With zero time to shout a warning, Liane fired.
The recoil knocked her back a step, but the crab's skull ceased to be in existence.
Eric stared at her over the crumpled van hood.
"Thanks ma."
He toppled backwards and was out cold on the ground.
Liane headed over and looked down at her son.
The damage to his hand was severe, intense even.
Chopping it completely off would be a mercy at this point.
She scanned the area for a few moments.
Not a filthy crab in sight.
Her heavy rifle was set on the ground.
Kyle groaned from the van, opening his eyes.
"Are...we alive?"
He croaked out, looking to miss Cartman.
"Yeah."
Liane gave Kyle a thumbs up.
Kyle wearily unsnapped his belt and stumbled from the wreckage.
"Ouch."
Kyle remarked upon seeing the ruins of Eric's hand.
"That's gonna' get infected."
Liane frowned slightly.
"I don't think so, Necromancers are different."
She pointed.
Eric's blood was slowly seeping back into his body instead of pooling.
Creepy.