The Beta-Weaver charged at Seraph.
Seraph threw herself out of the way. The creature's fist smashed the floor where she had been standing before. The hit made the whole car shook.
WHAM!.
She hit the wall, rolled and stood up firing. The bullets bounced off its skin like raindrops.
Behind her, through the blown door, she could hear Draven fighting. She heard him grunting with effort.
She had to make this quick.
The Beta-Weaver turned, tracking her movement with its empty eyes. Up close, it was even worse. She could see the stitches where different parts had been sewn together.
It roared again.
Then it charged.
Seraph quickly took cover under a table. The creature couldn't stop in time. It rushed past her and crashed into the back wall hard enough to bend the metal.
She needed a new plan.
The Beta-Weaver turned around, grabbed the table she was hiding under, ripped it from its bolts and threw it across the car.
CRASH.
