Steel screamed when Zirron's VX locked into full output.
The bunker doors behind him were sealed, thick slabs of reinforced alloy vibrating under the force of fists from the inside.
"Zirron!" Zirron heard him shout through the metal. "Zirron, I dare you! Open this door right now!"
A dull, desperate pounding followed.
In front of him, Vantelle tilted her head, amused.
"You, that bunker behind you…" she said softly, voice almost playful. "I wonder how long it could withstand my blow?"
Zirron's gaze flicked once to the blood pooling at his boots. Broken exoskeletons lay twisted around him—plates bent inward, visors shattered. Fifty guards. The pride of Radscha's VX unit. Reduced to wreckage. That only left him with 20 others.
Her laughter rang out, bright and wrong.
