"Blake get back, they're Gene Hunters!" Kiara cries out, spurring on bravery through her fear. Her fingers fidget crossing and cracking, way more then usual. Before extending a hand out, giving Blake a warm look blocking him from joining in.
"I'll take care of them, you just got out of the hospital." In an instant a flash of orange blurs by as she disappears.
"Kiara I can help, don't go at this alone these guys are no joke!" Blake argues only for his voice to fall on deaf ears, Kiara already leaving him in the dust.
"It's people like you that put us all in a state of terror!" Anger explodes out of her voice. Her speed only increasing, leaving a trail of orange. Momentum building faster with each movement.
Appearing in front of the grey man with intense speed, her leg rapidly spins striking against his shin, her skin getting shredded up by the spikes littering his shin in the process.
*CRUNCH* The grey mans leg oozes blood, struggling to even put weight on it now, stopping it from buckling under him.
Continuing her attacks she plants the soles of her feet on his spikes using it for leverage, she flicks herself into the air. Forming into a spin she extends her foot outward, slamming her heel into the hunters head as hard as possible. Spikes chew into her flesh in the process.
*CRACK*
A grotesque split forms in the middle of the hunter's head. Erupting with an immense flow of blood, running like a river down his grey skin. His vision becomes tinted red. As the remains of him dwindle away. Spikes start to retract inside his body.
"See i told you I'll take care of them." She turns around affirming to Blake with a confident smile. Letting her guard down at the sight of the enemy pooling blood.
"Strong.... Aren't we...That won't get in the way... of our goals". He gurgles through blood, strong grey arms wrap themself around her waist, a blood filled mouth smiles at her sending fear ringing down her nervous system. A swarm of spikes bulge all over his body. Piercing into her hands in the process.
"ARRRRR I CAN'T MOVE!?" Kiara cries out, confusion washing against her face at the mans immense strength. Panic fills her stomach at the realization of her mistake, slapping her in the face with its obviousness.
"Don't think i wont respond in kind girl, you won't be able to escape this with your hands intact! Be a miracle if you got out alive!" Psychotic laughter echoes into her ears as the sigh of his blood drenched face sears into her mind.
Spikes fly out in all directions, whistling with the level of force from the ejection. A row of them ripping through her flesh with ease skewering her.
Blood trickles down her, staining her uniform in the process. The pain tears through her usual giddy self and any shred of composure. Shock starts to consume her into unconsciousness. Blue slime slowly starts to slide forward toward her trying to wrap around her in the process.
"KIARA!" Blake cries out, the filling of hate, regret and anger consume him. His feet start moving ignoring Kiara's request for him to stay out of it.
"I refuse to revert back to what I was. I will be able to protect my people this time!" Blake affirms to himself clenches his fist remembering the sacrifice Damien made for him. His eyes glow a fierce luminescent green, static branches off his eyes in crackle bolts.
His anger boils over, the recent events cumulate hitting a tipping point now. Spreading like a wildfire his emotions become deadlocked in fury. Looking for a vent to discharge.
"Get your filthy hands off my friend!" Blake calls out his tone not wavering but becoming more confident and threatening.
In a matter of seconds, Blake clears the gap between them, urging his boots to go even faster. His hand lunges deep into the blue viscous slime before his prosthetic vibrates at an intensely high frequency, the sound released from the fingertips breaks apart the foundation of the slime before him.
"You weakling! How dare a worthless, pathetic fool like you try to stand against me!" The blue slime chokes, his voice dripping with anger and hatred as a face forms in the shapeless slime.
"There would be nothing of worth, harvesting someone like you". The slime mocks, his voice filling with a malevolent joy. Laughing at Blake, seeing him as nothing more then a fly.
"So why don't you run along and be a good boy?"
Detaching the prosthetic from his stump, Blake throws it aside gripping at the gnarled end of his stump as the green static in his eyes grows more vicious. Bright green intimidating energy pours out from his stump.
Forming together in erratic branches before joining together into a full humanoid like arm glowing bright green.
[Electro Limb Activated]
[40/50 Energy]
No words leave his mouth, the glow of his arm illuminates the serious gaze in his eyes. Slamming the tips of his boots into the regencrete, gouging into the stone.
A loud hum vibrates throughout the air. Bolts of green flash throughout the streets causing short circuits to form in nearby technology, discharging with intense voltage.
[Power Supply activated]
[35/50 Energy]
Mimicking the same blur as Kiara. He rushes forward with zero hesitation, a trail of green crackling static clings to him, following behind him loyally.
Sparks dance off his eyes as a crackle of of static rips through the air, His arm becomes brighter as the voltage in raises higher.
"You have a power!?" The hunter asks, his guard being thrown off by the surprise.
Not letting him retreat, a bloodlust starts to cloud Blakes mind. without a thought of mercy, his energy arm plunges deep into the blue slime. His fingers of electricity burrowing into the viscosity of the material.
Green branching bolts of electricity streak throughout the slime. Spreading out throughout the slime, the electricity flows throughout it conducting without any resistance. The current travels rapidly throughout he slime, finding its way to a luminous core beating in a precise rhythm.
The coursing spikes of electricity attack and agitate the rhythm of the core making it grow bright under the intense barrage of currents and voltage. A paralysis starts to spread throughout all the slime making up his body not heading to his commands.
"How dare you!" The hunter cries out, struggling to form words through the intense paralysis.
"Nobody gets near my core!" He cries out, spit flying as his cocky composure breaks apart into savagery.
Reacting with a bitter hatred, the hunts crashes down his slime him like a waterfall engulfing him in one go. Dark blue tints Blake's vision as he struggles to fight against the viscosity. The thick slime making hard to orientate himself.
The same pulsating core lights up with a deep dark blue. Still recoiling from the strike. Slime starts to pour its way into his mouth and nose forcefully trying to rob him of precious oxygen.
'This core must be important to him. I hope you enjoy my warm gift.' Blakes says to himself, eager to return the same pain back.
[Shark Teeth Activated]
[15/50 Energy]
Sharp piercing needles of pain shoot through his mouth and teeth. Erratic energy emerge over his own teeth with erratic dense bolts of green static. Each one of his teeth erupts with a bright green static sharpening and extending out.
Currents of static form over the bright green. Jagged rows of the electrified fangs bulge out of his mouth, eager to crunch together in wait of their prey. With the last of his air, Blake attempts to swim through the dense slime following the remnant static clinging to the deep blue core.
*CHOMP*
A chunk is broken off in his electrified maw. Cracks start to form in a spiderweb on the glacier blue crystal. Cricket doubles over as a fresh shell shock dominates his mind realizing the unthinkable has happened. Pain, a foreign sensation to him spreads throughout every each of his slime searing with an intense agony.
The slime around him gives way loosing its form under the destruction of the crystal. Blake breaks free of the slimes loosening grasp, coughing up blue slime out of his nose and mouth.
A directive splits Cricket's mind in two, retreat. The slime making up his body starts to rapidly swim towards the manhole. Struggling to recover from his asphyxiation, his eyes flick rapidly trying to find the remains of his enemy, only able to catch a trail of slime leading into the same manhole.