The moment he heard his teammate's worried cry, he knew exactly what was coming.
Never mind that he hadn't even caught a glimpse of the enemy at this point – that just meant the enemy was doing a good job of hiding. His head was still in the process of turning to look for an immediate threat when a bolt of energy struck him squarely in the center of mass, sending him reeling. He fell backward as feeling left his limbs and his thoughts compacted into an overwhelming stunned sensation.
As his vision cleared he struggled to move. Fingers twitched and curled into fists; he faintly registered the stock of his rifle clasped in his left hand. The back of his head smarted from the impact it had made on the ground. His entire midsection felt as if someone had taken a live wire and pressed it to his sternum.
“Gah.” Sounds escaped him, half-words and mutterings in between groans. “Ugh. Nnngh. Blast it.”
“Jim!” A voice shrille