The stench of misery was replaced by the acrid scent of ozone and steam as Wren launched her attack.
She was a furious blur of rags and rebar, leaping onto the slick, moss-covered tunnel wall to gain leverage.
She aimed and drove her spear toward the convulsing, purple core of the weeping beast, aiming for the mangled silver breastplate that held the creature together.
The monster, reeling from Zane's psychic strike of hope, didn't see the attack coming.
Schluk!
The sharpened rebar spear sank deep into the corrosive, fleshy matter that leaked from the broken Exterminator armour.
The creature didn't scream. It shrieked with a deafening, physical sound that hammered the tunnel walls and made Zane clutch his head.
The massive mass of tentacles and muscle thrashed violently, whipping th
