The man in Sera's arm was too terrified to stand up straight. His legs buckled as his screams turned into a wet choking sound, the fight quickly leaving him.
Through his struggles, through his screams, and even through the bullets hitting both of them, Sera kept eating.
The humans didn't matter; the bullets didn't matter to her… neither one did any type of true and lasting damage to her. It was like a bumble bee stinging her for getting too close to their honey. They were just making things harder on themselves than anything else.
Her wounds closed almost as quickly as they opened, her skin knitting back together before her next breath as her muscles rebuilt themselves just as fast. Even her bones re-formed themselves beneath her torn flesh, becoming even stronger than they were.
In fact, the most inconvenient part was the irritation, the constant interruption of impacts that tried and failed to slow her.
The Black-Badge team's control shattered.
