Helena's body buckled, her spine arching against the crates with a violent, bone-snapping tension. Her eyes rolled back, white and unfocused, as the plasma blade burned and fused the arteries shut.
Chronos felt the heat radiating off her skin. The smell finally broke his limits and turned his face away. He was used to this because of his line of work.
But now, because of his condition, he couldn't control himself to endure any longer than this. He could feel his own throat stifling as it dry heaves.
Guh... hugh...
The sound of Helena's muffled groans and Chronos's quiet retching was like a signal in the quiet gaps of the fight.
Across the room, Keres's antennae stood bolt upright.
"Faster," Chronos hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes darting to the shadows. "Helena, I think that zerg heard us. He's coming."
