bioenhanced

more than his hands and feet. These were chopping blades themselves. And the blades of the fallen were in the hands of Beywulf and S’kith. S’kith bioenhanced and Beywulf headed into berserker madness.
But Keilin was outclassed and unarmed. A few seconds later he found the burly corporal’s chin bristles brushing his ear, with a sword at his throat. “Hold off, or the boy is dead!”
Cap laughed. “Kill away. He’s not particularly valuable to me.”
But both S’kith and Bey had halted. Keilin felt an inner calmness, despite his dire situation. By the looks of the corporal’s dark broad face he’d been recruited from the refugee swarm from across the narrow