Tikki drops her arm and squeezes the trigger. The Kang blams. A tongue of 
flame strokes the shadowed air. The ork howls and falls to one knee, his face 
contorted with pain. He’s got a hole in his right boot, a big bloody hole, but
that couldn’t be helped. That was a necessary part of the lesson. Tikki won’t be
taken lightly, not by anyone. When she says something, she expects people to 
listen, orks included.