Gabby moved like a phantom through the charging horde, her claws carving paths of dust and destruction. She was a focused whirlwind of speed and power.
{200 Mercenaries have been destroyed.}
"Alright, time to set the plan in motion," Sunny muttered from his perch high above, watching the slow, deliberate journey of the sniper bullet. His concentration was absolute; his family's life was the countdown timer.
Below, Gabby struck another Mercenary.
BAM!!
"...??"
Gabby blinked, pulling back slightly. Her claw had met an unexpected, powerful defensive energy field around the target. She quickly leaped backward, narrowly dodging the Mercenary's counter-blade strike.
"Defense? They can use skill?"
The realization was jarring. Her speed was useless against targets that could adapt and counter.
BANG!!
She instinctively leaped to the side as thick, dark chains burst from the ground where she had stood moments before.
