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Mixtape Ghost NSubject 30's light empowerment was very powerful when up close. The shots of light worked like a cannon blast up close, and the armour took a visible toll absorbing the impact, and it struck the soldiers inside even harder. Those shot up-close were knocked out.
Those that got close enough, before being shot away, managed to land some hits on Cody. Strong and toned as they were, and protected as they might be, it seemed that they were not strong enough to penetrate his shield - only a stronger kinetic force seemed to be the only choice. Thus, the ones that did not get shot, turned around, running back to retrieve a resupply on firearms.
In the back, a man stood amongst the lower row, and readied his Rocket-Propelled Grenade launcher, aiming the warhead at Cody.
Gershwin stood at the very corner edge of the building she was atop. Her shoulders were hunched and arms were spread as if like a predator sizing up his prey, and knowing it had the bigger bite. But off the corner of "its" eye, she saw Agent Caits. 10 meters behind her, a missile was headed her way. With intentions unknown, Gershwin jumped and launched herself at the missile, intercepting it mid-air before it hit Agent Caits.
The explosion, concussive and heat, would have disintegrated her body. In fact, it was, but now her entire body was a phantasmal, ghastly, monstrous replica of her former self. Her elbows seemed to have spikes and her fingers elongated to claws, her mouth no longer the pleasant smile but instead a sharp maw with daggers for teeth. Horns seemed to sprout out of her head and her jaw, her spine with long, barbed, serrated protrusions. She started to looked like a demon. For all intents and purposes, this may not be her final form.
She leaped at the inbound helicopter which was just over the crater ridge, and with her sharp claws, pierced right through it. It exploded right then and there, and Gershwin howled in pain as her body got hit by shrapnel, fire, the spinning blades, before landing face-first back on the rooftop. She rose back up as if from the dead, a pained look in her eyes - those glowing orbs on the remnants of her human orifices. She turned back around, noting the incoming helicopters.
On the other end, at the only entrance to the UNARM facility, vehicular noise sounded. The land units were here.
Those that got close enough, before being shot away, managed to land some hits on Cody. Strong and toned as they were, and protected as they might be, it seemed that they were not strong enough to penetrate his shield - only a stronger kinetic force seemed to be the only choice. Thus, the ones that did not get shot, turned around, running back to retrieve a resupply on firearms.
In the back, a man stood amongst the lower row, and readied his Rocket-Propelled Grenade launcher, aiming the warhead at Cody.
Gershwin stood at the very corner edge of the building she was atop. Her shoulders were hunched and arms were spread as if like a predator sizing up his prey, and knowing it had the bigger bite. But off the corner of "its" eye, she saw Agent Caits. 10 meters behind her, a missile was headed her way. With intentions unknown, Gershwin jumped and launched herself at the missile, intercepting it mid-air before it hit Agent Caits.
The explosion, concussive and heat, would have disintegrated her body. In fact, it was, but now her entire body was a phantasmal, ghastly, monstrous replica of her former self. Her elbows seemed to have spikes and her fingers elongated to claws, her mouth no longer the pleasant smile but instead a sharp maw with daggers for teeth. Horns seemed to sprout out of her head and her jaw, her spine with long, barbed, serrated protrusions. She started to looked like a demon. For all intents and purposes, this may not be her final form.
She leaped at the inbound helicopter which was just over the crater ridge, and with her sharp claws, pierced right through it. It exploded right then and there, and Gershwin howled in pain as her body got hit by shrapnel, fire, the spinning blades, before landing face-first back on the rooftop. She rose back up as if from the dead, a pained look in her eyes - those glowing orbs on the remnants of her human orifices. She turned back around, noting the incoming helicopters.
On the other end, at the only entrance to the UNARM facility, vehicular noise sounded. The land units were here.