Eleven rolled her eyes. As if they weren't cold enough the sprinkler system blasted to life and made them all a little colder. On the upside it would wash away the drying blood. On the downside it would lower her immune system and expose her to infection...
"Nice." Eleven glared at XIV, while 8 giggled. "At least you didn't destroy the building." She quipped, shivering. Eleven was in serious trouble, the wounds were beginning to slow her down and she felt stiff to her core and full of slow ache. "But I don't suppose you can pull those tricks under a fire suppression system." Eleven's mind lightened with a quick improvisation.
Eleven reached down to the headless-beast's corpse and snapped it's arm off at the shoulder. She hauled it up as it spilled a dark purple blood from the point of removal. The remaining ghouls were trying to walk over their burnt brethren towards the three of them.
"I'll do my best to not bring the building down on us." Eleven said, cheerfully.
The hinge in the arm prevented it from being a conventional weapon and made it difficult to aim, but Eleven swung it like a club and the talons whipped through the air, tracing a dark ripple in the air. The ripple shot forward like a bullet and halving the remaining ghouls into gory piles...spilling onto the charred remains of the first assault.
The ripple scrapped the sides of the hallway, shearing lacerations, some that showed through to the rooms beyond. Eleven watched the ceiling warily, expecting it to spontaneously crumble... It was doing it's best.
"Chyort voz'mi!" Eleven yelled in frustration, dropping the arm. "I barely swung it!" She protested. "Lets leave, now! Okay, dears...?"
Eleven turned but 8 was grinning, standing next to a perfect doorway in what had been the blank wall. She shrugged, but the light was pouring through the opening, and Eleven was too exhausted to make work of questions. They could leave... Eleven finally felt the full effects of pain-driven fatigue...and almost collapsed on the spot... But she began shuffling towards the door, both before the building collapsed, the door disappeared or she got even more drenched by the sprinklers.
Finally achieving the outside, she felt the sundrops on the wings of her shoulders and her cold cheeks. The wind blew abrading with granules of dirt... The optimism died on Eleven's face... Outside...nothing but a blasted wasteland...
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