She heard the crack of the rifle,  it might as well have been a telegraphed punch to the machine.  She twisted her body in response,  and though she was unable to completely evade the round,  she suffered only minimal damage to her arm.  The silver liquid began to flow from the new wound,  but still she wouldn't slow.  Elohim focused on the wound,  and commanded the damaged flesh to knit began together as the mercury slowed.<br/><br/>The machine wordlessly burst into a full sleep dash,  hoping to bring the helicopter into an area they dared not follow.