Alberio, thrown off his feet, had lost control of both guns; his eyes following them as they slid far out of reach. Cyberia was on top of him once more, sudden disturbing thoughts entered his mind then that made the half-breed chuckle. I’m not gay, he told himself mentally. Alberio wrestled one arm free and punched the beast in the side, then sudden realization hitting sharply, Alberio stared into the infected’s mouth, saliva dripping from it innards.
“Look mighty hungry,” Alberio said, his arm had stopped hitting from exhaustion from double limiter removing and all that happened up till now. “Eat this!” Alberio shouted, his free arm carried the last of his grenades.
Instantly Alberio shoved the device, unhooked, into Cyberia’s throat, gave it a good push for measure and gave one last, sharp jab with everything he could muster, his full weight behind the jab, to the creature’s throat where the grenade bulged.