She fired anyway, but the burrito missed, hitting the hill in an explosion of chunky salsa that coated the area around the blast.
A spattering hit the two stuck to the hill above her and they screamed, trying to wipe it off their clothes.
A ladle sized splash hit the one leaping toward her as it was still in the air. His eyes widened and his faced tensed, but Kayla barely noticed.
Beams of white light hit the creature, causing it to tumble in the air. When its hand hit her, she expected to die, but it barely hurt at all. She’d heard stories where the bad wounds, the truly terminal wounds were surprisingly easy to take, but when she looked down at her chest where the hand hit, she didn’t see any blood.