"Of course they got our regeneration technology, just one more cherry on top of this shit cake." Mia groans, slamming her fist into her forehead hearing the commander's transmission come to a close.
"The reinforcements are almost here. There's some solace in that at least." Mimic responds back, keeping to the sides of the corridor avoiding the constant barrage of water and scorching light.
"Definitely not pleasant watching your flesh knit back together in front of you." Mimic comments, inspecting his new arm. The feeling of detachment being a bit too much to shake.
"Look at them, we got them on a thin rope. All they need is a little push." Star laughs, becoming cockier. Wielding his index and middle fingers like pistols he lets out a constant barrage of light bullets, scorching flesh and steel on contact.
