Chapter 110: What About The Core?
>>Draegon
I barely had time to bring my claws up before she was on us again. Drakkar grunted and swung at her, but she caught his arm mid-air with one of her new limbs and flung him into a nearby pillar. The stone cracked on impact, and he slid down, dazed but still conscious.
I countered with a burst of flame.
She ducked under it, twisting her body around. Her foot slammed into my gut with enough force to send me skidding across the ground, metal screeching against stone as I dug my claws in to stop myself. My ribs screamed in protest.
What the hell is she?
I rose again. Blood ran down my face. My throat burned raw—I didn’t know if I had another flame in me. I needed time to recover
Maybe I should shift- No. I glanced around. It might cause more damage than good.
The air cracked like a whip as the nun lunged forward, faster than before. Stronger. Her arms stretched unnaturally, clawed hands reaching for us with impossible speed.
Drakkar was first to meet her. With a roar, he slammed his full weight into her side, trying to wrestle her off balance. But she twisted, her spine bending in ways no living thing’s should, and retaliated with a sweep of her lower arm. It caught him in the ribs. I heard the crunch of bone. Drakkar flew back, crashing into the remains of a shattered pillar.
I didn’t have time to check on him. She was on me next.
I ducked her first strike, claws raised. The second came low—a new arm, one I hadn’t seen move yet. It slashed across my thigh. Blood spurted. I gritted my teeth and lunged, slamming into her chest with my shoulder and forcing her back. She stumbled but didn’t fall. I followed with a roar, bringing both claws down like twin blades.