The ow upgraded to HOLYCRAPAUGH with the face full of null ray, halting the suit's reconstruction and leaving Jaime with more than the usual burning pain. With a groan, he forced himself to roll over--guy's not gonna get a chance to shoot the chest again--blearily watching a shape limp further out of view.

Oh, you are SO not getting the whole last laugh, evil guy walks away thing. I refuse.

Jaime moved his hand, clutching a fistful of half-melted concrete and threw as best he could, aiming for that jerk ass disappearing from sight.

Okay, it wasn't a crater-inducing canon of death? But Jaime felt that if the bad guy was going to walk away? This was fair.

As for him? The blacking out was starting to be unavoidable.