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You rose from your perch atop Harpy's back, paying close attention to the way Mercy’s bandages felt as they slithered up your face.
<span class="mu-s">“We're going in, Mercy.”</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Naturally…”</span></span> she hissed. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“This is the will of Khonshu. You are his Wrath.”</span></span>
You peered down at your fingertips, each one of them now sporting a wicked talon. Even though these fox claws are annoyingly long, they still have their uses.
<span class="mu-s">“Cover my fall.”</span> you demanded, not wanting to waste time. You slid from Harpy’s back and pushed off of her flank, hoping to gain some momentum in your fall.
Harpy’s arm shot out and snatched you out of the air.
<span class="mu-r">“What are you doing?”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“I need to get down there! They need me!”</span> you shouted.
Harpy’s eyes widened in realization, and her grip on your torso loosened, allowing you to continue falling towards an army of the undead. And as the ground quickly raced up to meet you, Mercy’s bandages were working overtime to cover you with enough fabric to cushion the fall. You flipped rightside up a few feet before you hit the ground, just in time for Mercy to finish reinforcing your suit.
You landed with a slight bounce, like you were a kid on a trampoline. And an instant later, your entire outfit burst off of you, and rapidly reshaped itself to form a myriad of coiled cloth tendrils. Each tendril shot out with surprising speed, piercing the bodies of each zombie, over and over again.
Cloth rolled from your back and rained down on your enemies like a storm of knives. As for the ones that were further away, multiple bolts of cloth snaked out from your hands, searching for targets to snap at.
At the same time, James was rolling in and slashing at the zombies that had been stunned, rather than dismembered. His endothermic claws froze them solid, making their bodies into obstacles for the rest of the horde.
When you realized what he was up to, you decided that you would try and arrange your dead in a line, so that James could repurpose them as a barricade.
You danced around the battlefield, severing limbs with razor thin blades made of silk, and breaking bones with graceful, decisive movements. Mercy's cloth swirled around you as you moved, subduing your enemies and impaling them when they got too close. She made it so that you were practically untouchable in the middle of this huge horde.
At least, that's the way it felt, before the Were-zombies entered the scene.
They came without much warning, crashing through James’ barricades, and pouncing towards you with teeth and claws bared. Mercy was unable to slow them down fully, so you had to turn your full attention on them.
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