"Skree!"
The pink-skinned aliens screeched loudly, their voices piercing through the air like nails on metal. The sound reverberated off the damaged buildings around them.
Beatrice flew up, hovering above the street as she observed the charging figures. "Judging from their armor, their technology is either not as advanced as ours, or they have a completely different array of materials at their disposal. Most likely both."
"Yeah, no fucking shit!" Carmen smirked as she spread her arms wide, her crimson wings catching the light. "You guys don't move, I'll fucking handle all of—"
"Right." Adam rushed before she could finish her words. With his almost 100 Strength, Adam's movements were extremely explosive. The concrete beneath his feet cracked from the force of his launch.
