The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VII part 3(7)

“Prepare yourselves,” Emmerich said. He kicked at the doors from the side. They shook, but the lock did not yield. He tried again, but still the door held. Emmerich then aimed his rifle at the lock, but hesitated and lowered it again. He cursed, and moved forward, preparing to ram it with his shoulder. Just at this time with a loud bang the center of the door bursted, shattered plywood flying out. A large hole had appeared there. Emmerich had drawn himself back just in time.
“I knew it. This door has been held against us!” He cried, as he checked his left arm, from which a few drops of dark red blood has dripped onto the ground.