Step. Breathe. Strike.
Three lunging creatures met a single, sweeping blow from Leon's left arm. A guttural WHOOOSHH of air preceded by a sickening PAM!
The impact folded their bodies inward. A bat among them had its sonic blast crushed within its throat-sac after a muffled detonation ignited with a wet hiss.
The bat's torso bloated before collapsing, cooking from the inside out.
Every crushing fist, every shattered form, all fed the cold fire inside Leon.
Lieutenant Prince completely stopped fighting, his breathing shallow, mouth slightly agape as if he'd forgotten how to close it, as he watched with an unreadable expression.
A gust of wind, thick with ichor and wet stone stench, howled through the jagged rocks. It whipped the churned dust into stinging veils that scraped against Leon's skin.
Then, a deep quake that had nothing to do with the bodies falling erupted around him.
