Moments later she slammed into a cabinet covered in black blood, the splatter gumming her hair, her face, her arms, nearly every inch of bare skin her costume allowed (it allowed a lot). The paralyzing toxins traveled from nerve to synapse to brain at a breakneck pace, and before she had even ricocheted from the cabinet to the ground her limbs jammed. By then it no longer mattered. She could control her gun via telekinesis, no need for movement at all.

She had given her levitating machine gun the order to focus all fire at the worm's face before the katana had even connected. With the worm's lower jaw pinned to the ground by the unbreakable sword, it had finally stopped shifting long enough for her to unleash her full power against it.

(Chapter 6)