But it didn't fall. I couldn't believe it: three rounds through its eye into its braincase-assuming the head was where it kept its brain-another twelve into its guts at point-blank range. Anything normal would be busy expiring messily. It screamed a third time, and I swore I could feel the force of its will as- it struggled to control its pain. It turned its single remaining eye on me, and took another step forward.