Fall - Blood and buzzsaw

So when the Heartless that was already there again pulled off something she didn't expect, by throwing its head-disk towards her, she found herself unprepared once again. She could move faster than the disk, but she was late. The Heartless's head/weapon slashed through her shotgun, rendering it unusable, and cut deep into one of her legs with its unexpectedly sharp edge; if Fall's reflexes had been worse, the leg might've been chopped it off entirely. The head-disk's trajectory curved back towards the Heartless.

"Hff... hff..."

The orange colour of Fall's eyes was now no longer limited to her irises. Grey sludge oozed forth copiously from her half-detached leg. She grinned humourlessly and set it back in place perfectly, now able to move just as well as before. Better, in fact, on account of the grey sludge having taken the form of several additional limbs, a myriad thin yet powerful arms that could slither with far more flexibility than any humans'. Fall's new limbs stretched forward, and, not by the sharp edges but instead grabbing directly onto its back and front, snatched the disk that had hurt her straight out of the air before it could reach the Heartless once again; they wielded it, like a buzzsaw attached to a whip, slicing into the Heartless over and over with its own head at speeds too fast for that being to avoid.

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SerraNighthawk, Sign Ups (Fall)