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You turn without thinking, moving faster than you thought possible. Your heart begins to beat madly, blood roars in your ears and your skin breaks out in pins and needles as <span class="mu-i">something</span> floods your system, fueling your arm as it strikes out with shocking speed and power.
It wasn't enough to make you throw a punch properly, however. Your form felt sloppy, and instead of driving a hardened fist straight into the side of the creature, your curled palm effectively slapped into it, your soft hand bending on impact.
Your hand passed through something that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up on end, your gut churning with hatred and horror as it was thrown away, and your hand exploded with a sudden shower of electrical arcs.
Instantly, your arm went numb, fingers spasming and burning with pain as electrical arcs erupted from the creature you had struck, scoring your gown and leaving pockmarks in the leather of your bodysuit. You gasp in pain as your punch swings to a stop, grasping your arm as your hand spasms with the power of the Motive Force. Where you had struck, the charge was so great that despite the leather insulating your arm, your entire body was still forced back, your boots skidding slightly on the floor as you spun. The air suddenly smelled of ozone, and something spun away from you with a sound of arcing electricity.
It hurt more than it likely would have for other people, certainly, but your arms had comparatively little soft tissue compared to the rest of your body. You brought your hand up, seeing where the hand of your bodyglove had been burnt by the electrical shock. As the whole thing was made from synthleather, it was a decent insulator, but not nearly enough to prevent it from being burnt open in places, parts of the construction melting onto your skin and exposing the burned and bleeding wounds on your hand.
The pain was already dulling. The bleeding slowing to a stop as scabs formed, and as something deep inside you <span class="mu-i">clenches</span>, flooding your body with sudden strength and alertness.
<span class="mu-r">Dice result 7. [Genolysis] has prevented a point of Strain from accumulating.</span>
You look up. Something had separated from the energy when you had slapped it. In the spot you were sure it would have landed, there was nothing- wait. Something moved against the plascrete where it had landed, but you couldn't see it. What you could see was a slight haze in the air, betraying the edges of where the <span class="mu-i">thing</span> was, and where it had just <span class="mu-i">left</span>. A bulbous head and several soft, slippery arms coiled against the cabling on the wall, and then it was gone.
You blink.
“Hey, c'mon. Speak to me..."
