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Isobel moved like a plague, taking down the subordinates.
Her form blurred through the shadows, a silent harbinger of decay, her presence alone sending chills through the remaining foes as she closed in.
She controlled her corrosive blood, using it as twin daggers.
The liquid shaped into razor-edged blades that dripped with acrid venom, hissing faintly against the night air, their touch promising swift dissolution.
She cut through the subordinates, her corrosive blood ending the lives of her enemies with just the littlest of touch.
Flesh sizzled and melted where the daggers grazed, screams cut short as bodies crumpled, the acrid stench of burning skin wafting through the street.
Michael was just as ruthless, bodies charred from high voltage or burned from flames falling around him from every side.
