“Stall him,” Clara said, dropping the empty weapon and running away from the orc.

With the commotion of the gunfire, some guards in the courtyard pointed up at them, and others already started running toward the stairwell, the elevators still automatically called to the top floor and shut down.

The orc swung its spiked ball. The Special dodged, and the ball slammed into the wall. The orc yanked it free, and Randal dodged the attack again.

Clara stopped at the nearest elevator and pried open the doors. She sliced a large opening in the ceiling and pulled herself through it.