1v3

Legienstrasse ran right at Beros. She dropped to the floor and skidded underneath the swipe of Beros’s claw, the power field rippling centimetres over her head. Then she jumped to her feet in front of Mortz and punched her claws through his stomach.
Lysander ran after her. Mortz seemed to die in slow motion, every drop of blood arcing lazily through the air as Legienstrasse tore her claws out and took the contents of Mortz’s abdomen with it. She tore the ceramite of his armour as easily as his skin.
Beros aimed a thrust of his claw at the back of Legienstrasse’s head. Legienstrasse drew the biomass out of Mortz so quickly she was able to wrap a great globe of flesh around her fist and slam it into Beros as he ran at her. Beros was thrown against the wall and Legienstrasse turned to face Lysander.
Lysander barrelled into her at full tilt, shield raised in front of him. There was no room for finesse now, not against an enemy like Legienstrasse who was sprouting new weapons with every second.
Spikes slid from her heels and rooted her into the ground. Her new weight of muscle met Lysander’s momentum and held him fast. The two wrestled, each trying to get the other off their feet. Legienstrasse’s fatigues bulged and tore as new muscle wrapped around her arms and upper torso, and Lysander caught a glimpse of the young waiting to hatch from the egg sacs under her skin.
‘Heretic!’ yelled Beros. He ran at Legienstrasse, drawing back his claw to swipe at her.
The claw tore through her. Four deep slashes opened up in Legienstrasse’s swollen torso. But her organs reformed around the wounds, and Beros’s momentum carried him right onto the spike of bone she thrust out of her elbow at him.
Beros was speared through the faceplate. He died just a couple of metres from Lysander, and Lysander could do nothing. If he had moved to save his brother, Legienstrasse would have dragged him down to the ground and probably disembowelled him as she had done Brother Mortz.

K-Day +18 Days