[there's enough time for Rory to register that the second shot got through and that maybe (hopefully, please please please) the third shot will do some damage, when--
--suddenly the last two shots are fizzing into empty air and the Meta's popping back into existence right next to him, armored hands gripping his gun arm hard enough to crush--
--and Rory's snapping his head around to look at him, mouth dropping open in a second of awful clarity.
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--suddenly the last two shots are fizzing into empty air and the Meta's popping back into existence right next to him, armored hands gripping his gun arm hard enough to crush--
--and Rory's snapping his head around to look at him, mouth dropping open in a second of awful clarity.
Oh, shit.
He doesn't even have enough time to say it]