- Look, look, zaprilivskaja a nit for whom you are at war! - he has spitefully told and with exasperation has squeezed a finger
of the fighter. The sharp bone claw in length has sharply jumped out of a shaggy hand about a forefinger of the person.
- Who it? - Without interrogative intonation has asked She.
The sniper has got savage.
- You still ask me? YOU will ask me still, who it?! - it has roared.
Before eyes of Shea there was a killed girl-sniper with a terrible wound on a neck.
Goldarianets, appear, has absolutely gone mad: he swung hands, kicked a corpse of the Fighter, pointed a finger at it and
something cried out about intrusion of a new biological kind and about tvarjah from Zaprilivja, which with them at the same
time. But She did not listen to it.
Nearby the killed officer of Brown Fighters lay, it has been so disfigured that the rank could be defined it only on stained with
blood palashu, clamped in the right hand. She stood and stupidly looked at it.
- Have gone! - one of arbaletchikov has given up as a bad job.
The sniper who has beaten Shea, continued to stand and reflected. Probably, on a theme of to continue procedure.
- He does not understand, - other sniper has touched it for a shoulder.