Hostile and menacing though the spiky aliens were, they were no match for Torchwood’s firepower and marksmanship; their seemingly unstoppable advance was met with a hail of bullets. The first few shots merely splintered spines, but as their armour was obliterated, the balls slowed, stopped, and finally exploded, sending spines in every direction like shrapnel, along with all the litter they’d collected. Five people dived for cover behind the SUV.
When it was safe to emerge, they surveyed a scene of utter devastation.
“Looks like we’ve got some cleaning up to do,” Jack sighed.
“Balls!” Ianto said succinctly.