Carli laughed. “Me, a warrior.”
Gordon tried to figure out why she found the idea funny. It was true; she was determined to destroy the Old Ones, even at the risk of her own life. Battling impossible odds so humans could someday rule their own world again, taking the fight to the aliens that had defeated every army on Earth. Despite her short stature, Carli Black Elk seemed to him an avenging angel, wielding guns and explosives instead of a flaming sword.