It wasn't enough.
The General watched. Then it stepped forward.
The ground didn't shake.
It pressed downward instead.
Like the world itself had leaned closer to watch.
Its movement warped the air around it, pressure spiking as its presence overrode lesser commands. Zombies peeled away from the fight, abandoning survival to reposition between it and Felicity.
Damien felt it instantly.
"It's overriding priority," he shouted. "She's the objective!"
Felicity backed instinctively, heart hammering, hands shaking. She reached for her space
Nothing.
It didn't answer. Victor turned just in time to see the General move.
It didn't rush him. It sidestepped.
Slipped past Victor's guard by inches and closed the distance in a blur of calculated motion.
"FELICITY!"
The General struck.
Not with claws. With its palm. The impact caught her across the ribs and sent her flying. The sound was wrong.
Wet.
Victor heard the impact before his brain accepted what it meant.
