The Elf matriarch hit the formation from the left flank with the force of a natural disaster.
She was a tall figure with muscle and controlled fury, her tail whipping with enough force to crack stone, her claws extended and gleaming. She grabbed the nearest Genesis Knight by the helmet, spun once with terrifying momentum, and released.
The soldier sailed thirty feet through the air and crashed into two companions, the mechanical suits tangling with each other's limbs as they struggled to separate and reorient.
"These things are heavy," Citranganda observed, already moving to her next target.
"But they're slow!"
She was right.
The suits provided enormous protection and augmented strength, but the mechanical joints limited speed and agility. They'd been designed to overpower opposition through force and essence capabilities, not match the natural speed of physically superior species.
