In a terrifying blur of motion, Tama became a streak of light. Her claws found the throats of the encroaching monsters before they could even register her presence. Without breaking stride, she lunged toward the Behemoths of Terror.
As her claws scraped against their metallic hides, the air filled with the shrill screech of rending steel and a shower of sparks.
She pivoted, executing a series of precise back-spins that landed her squarely among her Shadowlings.
Behind her, a mountain of lesser monsters lay slumped in a bloody heap of dead bodies.
"Hah! I'll admit, I'm impressed you handled the fodder in seconds," the Revolutionary leader scoffed, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. "But the Behemoths and my puppets aren't so easily broken."
Tama didn't offer the dignity of a response.
