บท 262: The SeconD Coming

The dog's massive foot was just inches away from turning Roland into a pancake when—

WHOOSH!

A spear shot down from the heavens, slicing through the air like it had somewhere important to be, and slammed straight into the dog's chest.

The mutt didn't even get a chance to whimper before it was nailed to the ground, the tip of the spear stopping right below Roland's crotch.

Roland stared at the weapon impaling the dog and then at how close his own precious assets had come to being skewered. 

"Well, fuck me sideways," he muttered, half in relief, half in sheer disbelief.

Every cat, dog, and possibly Roland's future ghost collectively gasped. Their wide eyes traced the spear's trajectory upward to the broken edge of the bunker.