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[h3]St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 24[/h3]
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The constructs were relentless. They didn't waste a second to follow her down the darkened hallway. Rage ran through her poisonous veins, every part of her body was screaming to just turn around and challenge these fuckers. Rip. Tear. Break. Crush. Yet, as wrathful as she was, she had to maintain some semblance of level headedness.

Hahaha.

Her patience had been spent. She needed blood. To taste the sweet victory. Devour. Consume. Crush these pathetic creations under her claws. These machines would learn the hard way that she was going to win this fight. She broke free of the smoke, taking a few moments to catch her breath as she placed her hand on a guard railing. Hm, it'd do. Her blades were inefficient against metal, so some sort of bludgeoning device was always good. Maybe she'd get herself some sort of larger weapon after this...

A thin layer of mist coated her arm, the decaying properties of the venom immediately taking effect. The metal began to rust and decay, her grip more than strong enough to crush its weakened resistance. The mist trailed alongside it to where it connected to the floor, and in one sharp pull, there was the sound of grinding metal as she pulled it from the ground.

With her superhuman strength and feral roar, she lifted it with both hands, and swung it into the side of one of the constructs head, her corrosive mist constantly being released in a thick cloud around her. She'd only get a few good whacks with it, but if she could take out one or two in the time before it was completely corroded, then that would be all she needed, and she could always get more.