Footsteps pounded furiously like drums as she parted through the dense jungle floor. She didn't attempt to traverse the terrain, she just ran through any obstacle fragile enough with brute force. Not far behind her, shouting could be heard. She didn't have time to growl in annoyance at her pursuers, the last time she stopped she got a bullet in her arm.
She had tried to fight the cowards on numerous occasions but they were slippery, they didn't have the courage to face her head on and had the nerve to consider themselves elites. They were pitiful.
But with that said, they had big weapons and dangerous Psionics. She begrudgingly admitted that thanks to her training with the pervert that she had underestimated the Psionic prowess of those present.
Having only been with Sigfried and the others before coming here and the missions they were put on, she thought they were the best of the best. And while Sigfried was, she was beginning to understand that she might be lacking.
