>>5381120“This has been an interesting experience to say the least, but it’s time to say goodnight and goodbye, Kelpie.” The woman’s snide words teeter on the edge of laughter. “And when I’m through with you, I’ll take back the Special Agent I do, make her good as new. Same goes for the rest of the survivors as well… Boleski, Pharos, Blink…”
You don’t hear the rest of her words, the threat against your team causing the animal within you to howl and scream for blood. It drowns out nearly all rational thought processes, but, somehow, your mind is able to hold on to the tiniest shred of humanity and keep itself afloat.
Still, you don’t remember closing the distance between you and harpy-woman, your body on the move without so much as a thought, but you do before she gets so much as the chance to react.
Brutally, your knee ends up in her sternum– a perfect quid-pro-quo for the punch she’d given you before– eliciting a choked gasp from the woman as she’s sent airborne. When she makes impact with the ground, tumbling across with all of the grace of a ragdoll, her suit scrapes and scratches against the linoleum tile, producing a loud, high-pitched sound like nails upon a chalkboard.
She’s hardly peeled herself from the ground before you’re diving in for your next attack, sliding into a crouch that ends up in a sweeping kick that takes the woman’s feet out from underneath her. She yelps in surprise as gravity takes hold, and no sooner does she fall to the ground than you’re on top of her with another, ferocious strike– one that’s aimed right where you made that first hairline crack.
There’s a large intake of air, as if you stole all of the breath straight from her lungs, but savage delight rises in your chest as the hairline crack becomes a visible fissure, fragments of crystal falling to the ground.
To harpy-woman’s credit, she doesn’t give up, attempting to get back up and scramble away even amid the pain she must be feeling. However, with her actual human body likely having felt the impact of that devastating punch you just delivered to the armor, her efforts visibly reflect the injury she’d just received, the woman’s diamond-encrusted hand clutched closely to her chest.
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