The transformation continued .
The eight eyes reddened, the dark domes filling with arterial light, and the canines grew and grew, lengthening down past the lip of the jaw, and across the naked red body of her a second layer began to form — a hardening, a carapace coming up out of the flesh and laying itself over the wet red skin, plate by slow plate. Rapax had been told it would come. Doctor had warned him of exactly this on the run here, and the strange fond words Doctor had spoken at the perimeter a moment ago had confirmed it twice over. She was evolving again. Becoming, in front of him, something built to answer the shadow energy that was killing her and was proving to be her bane.
Rapax did not let her finish.
To let the Apostle complete what she had begun was to fight a different creature on the far side of it, and he would not give her the far side of it. He went all out.
