Spawner- Putting One in Swansong

“So weak you can’t take me one on one,” she said.  She smiled.  “You embarrass all of us.”

He punched his claw into her abdomen.  One of his children crawled from his arm to his hand, into the open wound.

He preferred his rebuttal.

She used her power, aiming it at him, but she didn’t do it to hurt him.  It was to propel herself backwards, arms spread, into the darkness just below their little platform.
...

He got a glimpse of Swansong as she walked past him.  Of a belly with the wound in the side opened wider, a ring of black around it to suggest she’d used her power within the cavity to destroy his child.  Ribs with bandages lying tattered, bones scorched and flesh raw around the edges.  Her arm was a stump.

- Ward, Interlude 15.z