Parting his feet into a readied stance, he kept his blade drawn, standing amidst the labyrinth of cubicles in the quiet of the office before–CRASH. The walls in front and around him were blasted through by the colossal bodies of the brightly-colored worms.
It was as if trying to fight fleshy tornados, ducking down as the chaotic bodies twirled and thrashed through the office. The fabric-framed walls of the cubicles were flung by the movements of the tunnels of otherworldly meat, spiraling around him.
He looked around hurriedly, spinning himself as he found himself staring right down the maw of one worm as it slithered right towards him. Its mouth was large enough to swallow a car whole, more than enough to consume him if caught.
"Incoming—!" Izo desperately warned with a voice heightened by panic.
Seven threw himself to the right, sliding across the gray carpeting as the tube of muscle burrowed through the cubicles like a bull seeing red.
