Alonna was covered in blood from the waist up.
Her cooling jacket was burned through from the overuse of her prosthetic body, and combined with continuous combat with the Exile, she had no time to configure it, wearing only a perforated, athletic gray tank top.
The spine glowed in a pale light with a flowing light blue.
Sianweistan flashed between obstacles, a close-combat prosthetic from the time-stopping series, pressing down on the mob, and even specially prepared a monomolecular straight blade.
She waited for her prosthetic body to cool down in the ruins.
The madmen trailing behind cursed and roared, with fluorescent tattoos matched with red artificial eyes, rushed towards her like a zombie siege along the iron frame.
Alonna dropped the gun bag, smoothly pulled out a sniper rifle, turned around, and darted out from behind cover for a high-ground instant shot.
White light pierced through a mechanical arm.
The Mantis Blade dropped several times, plunging into the ground.
