01-06-2013, 06:09 AM
Tylic continued forward with her swift movements, knowing that her handler had her back if anyone tried to sneak up on her. The blood rained from the ceiling as she stopped bullets upon bullets from hitting her and her handler. No bullet touched him, though she was getting quite the amount of scrapes along her thighs and arms. Soldiers continued to swarm as she tore off limbs from bodies. Leon seemed pleased with her work. It made her very happy to see him smiling because of her and not a different nova.
The sirens filled her ears as they continued to blare. Her eyes were dead locked on most of the soldiers coming through. All of these men had forced her to be part of experiments like no other. She was forced to get pelted with cannon balls and rubber bullets every day. Her blood was drawn for the healing tests they continuously did to her. There was no turning back from her escape. There was no wanting to turn back as she continued on. At this point there were many soldiers. Too many for her vectors to handle, but she went through them anyways using her own hands and feet. As her vectors got a hold of one of the soldiers, she jumped onto another one, wrapping her legs around their head and forcing herself backwards so the soldier would fly towards the wall. But the man held on tight knowing he was going for a ride. When she landed stomach down on the ground, he hit it as well, not taking into account that had he hit the wall he'd have a better chance of living. His neck snapped as she lifted herself off the ground quickly, sliding into another male. This man was ready for her, jumping up and shooting down before she could touch him. Though the bullet entered her side and there was searing pain running through her body, she kicked backwards from the floor, launching herself into the air by her hands. Once the male landed facing away from her, she kicked him in the back of the head at the connection of the spinal cord where it was weakest. His head cracked and the man crumpled to the ground, but there were still more men to fight off as her vectors ripped a bunch of them to shreds as her other vectors protected her handler from bullets.
If she had to sacrifice her life for his freedom, that was exactly what she was going to do. He would stay protected, no matter how beaten her body got to be. There would not be a scratch on him.
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