The air in the room had turned thick, tasting burnt and sharp, cloying scent of melting flesh.
BANG!
SKRRIIII!
BANG!
Salia shrieked in a multi-tonal sound that seemed to vibrate directly against the eardrums and then broke into a wet, chattering laugh.
Her limbs moved, blurring as she wove between the remnants of the furniture. Every time she spat, the floor hissed. The acidic liquid hissed against the expensive flooring, carving smoking trenches deep into the foundation.
In a matter of seconds, the ballroom area, the living room, and the bar were in ruins. Something that some people in here had only seen on the frontlines of the battlefield.
"How long is this thing going to spew this nasty liquid?!" someone shouted, but Julius didn't turn to look at who shouted. He was focused on the zerg in front of him.
"Keep firing, don't let her take another step forward! Keep her contained!"
Julius roared, his voice cracking over the roar of plasma fire.
