The Sentinel goes staggering back under the unibeam, really starting to show the stress of the fight now. Another intones, "Target laser painted, firing las-guided missiles." - followed, predictably, by a stream of mini-missiles, homing in on the laser-painted target.
Sarah is pushing up from the ground at this moment to see the steady stream of seekers. "Anya!"
She flings her shield, trying to throw it to Anya to cover up.
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