<strong>Jackson, Sandy, Alana</strong><br/><br/>Jackson and the stranger grappled with the shotgun while Jackson tried to hit him as often as he could. Each time he struck the man, he shoved him further into the wall, but the guy barely seemed to feel it. The wall suddenly gave way and Jackson found himself falling atop the man amid the splintered debris. As they hit the floor, the shotgun went off between them. Jackson felt the hot blast somewhere beneath his chin and he instinctively rolled away.<br/><br/>Touching his chin, expecting blood, he felt only raw skin. The shotgun blast had gone off close to him, but the shot had missed.<br/><br/>The man lay several yards away and was climbing to his feet, still holding the shotgun.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Eric</strong><br/><br/>"Shit!" Eddie cried as he leapt back into the room amid a spray of doorframe fragments. He turned to say something to Eric when he saw what Eric was doing.<br/><br/>In a moment, Eric stood at the ready with his makeshift weapon. The woman rounded the doorway, shotgun leveled to fire, and he threw it. The pointy end of the spike struck the woman in the chest, and there was a flash of light from her. She took a step back, but the weapon clattered harmlessly to the floor.<br/><br/>"That was a nice try," she said, aiming the barrel of the shotgun and firing.<br/><br/>Eric expected to see his guts next, but instead he saw the blast ricochet away as if it had struck an invisible wall in front of him.<br/><br/>Eddie stood beside Eric, holding his hands out, and he grinned at Eric. "Looks like we're the wonder twins, huh?" he said.<br/><br/>The woman fired again, and Eddie's force field blocked it. "Nice try yourself, bitch!" Eddie yelled.