The alarms blared overhead, practically vibrating the metallic frame of Marilyn. 

[b]"Oops."[/b]

She leaned forward until she was nearly ready to fall over, hearing the much faster pit-pat of steps not far behind her. The slight weight change increased her speed a little, but it help that overall she was slower due to her speed. None the less, she seemed to be outrunning the ones behind her until she hit a fork in the path. The aliens swarmed towards her through the open passageways, causing her to skid to a stop. She dropped into a defensive crouch as foes surrounded her, pausing and barricading her path. They all stared each other down, the aliens speaking amongst themselves as Marilyn remained still, her grey eyes flicking from one person to the next. Her hand hovered over her slit forearm, poised, waiting.

Then they fell forward, practically clambering over the top of each other in the enclosed hallway.

With a battlecry, she ripped from her arm a segmented glass snake sword, and a glass shield formed on her arm with the wound. As one came at her, she was able to kick him in the gut back against his friends to give her glass a chance to solidify entirely, before turning and hitting another oncomer in head with the brunt of her hilt. She had never learned, formally, how to fight. She had always been able to observe though, and if there was anything she learned all the years she had spying on the pirates that held her captive, it was that using your own body weight, and your opponents against them, was key. Marilyn may be heavy and thus usually slower moving, but when she used it, it could become a deadly tool in combat on its own. 

She pivoted, extending her arm to slash through two more oncomers, the force behind the pivot crucial. The snake-blade's segments parted and whipped across several more she hadn't been aiming for. Another came at her side, but she stood her ground and raised her shield, shoving him off when he had stopped and bringing her sword down to meet his neck. She brought it back up, alien blood dripping from its sharpened edge. At that moment, an alien leapt onto her back and began to stab her repeatedly. Reacting on instinct, she cried out in pain as a glass spike went through her back, ripping open the flesh as it went to impale her attacker through the neck. He groaned, gurgling against the solid glass as he slid down the spike, his neck resting against her back.

Marilyn crouched down, panting as the spike slid back into her body. The Aliens, disturbed by what they just saw, hesitated. There were so many of them.... 

Slowly, her shield turned back into a liquid and dropped, a shiny mercury like mixture on the floor. It was too damaged to return to her body. Her sword, however, remained. Panting, she looked up, her grey and black eyes seeming to be boiling in rage. She began to stand up.

As she did, there was the sound of flesh being torn open. Standing at full, it became clear what the sound was coming from as multiple mercury colored tentacles, solid only at their pointed tips, emerged from her back. The aliens even began to shuffle now, a little uneasy. 

For once, her face held an expression. All the pent up rage she had at her captors. The misery of the humiliation she endured. The visual of her great city falling into shambles. It all was here, right now. 

She seemed to let out a visceral growl as she lunged, lighter with some of her blood gone. The many tentacles worked quickly, piercing through flesh, ripping apart limbs, impaling most of them on the neck like the first one. Though she had lunged initially, she walked now, calmly, with the same expression of one who had seen what can't be unseen.