She moved.
It was impossible to describe the way her body shifted—fluid, dreamlike, inhuman. As she stepped forward, a swirling haze of black smoke burst from behind her, trailing her form like a living shadow. The air distorted. Her figure wavered like heat rising from asphalt, rippling and bending in ways the eye couldn't quite follow.
And then—CRACK!
A sickening snap echoed through the room.
One of the men closest to her had barely even raised his weapon before her hand was around his head. In a single, smooth motion, she twisted—and his neck snapped like dry wood. His lifeless body collapsed to the floor, eyes wide in shock.
"Shit!! SHIT!!" someone screamed.
"FIRE! FIRE!! Don't let her get close!!"
A storm of bullets erupted.
Every gun on the floor turned on her.
Rounds flew at her from every direction—assault rifles, SMGs, pistols. Brass shells rained down like golden hail, the thunder of gunfire deafening.
But it was all useless.
Every bullet passed through her.
