She moved with impossible grace; every step was like a blur, every motion a practiced dance. The closest attackers, two Lizardmen wielding heavy axes, lunged at her, but she grabbed one and twisted him into the path of the incoming fire. Plasma and bullets tore into his back as Lyra used him as a living shield, grinning like a battle maniac.
As the body went limp in her arms, she didn't waste a heartbeat. Her crimson blood swirled and surged, forming a massive tentacle that launched the corpse straight back at the attackers.
"Here! You forgot your friend! Aha!" The dead Lizardman's body arced through the air, then it exploded mid-flight.
A burst of blood energy detonated from within, scattering dozens of crimson spikes in every direction. Screams erupted as the jagged projectiles tore through scale and bone. Several of the attackers collapsed, shrieking in pain, while others staggered back, clutching their bleeding limbs.
