The physical collision between the two localized anomalies was a catastrophic, grinding stalemate of raw, unadulterated mass.
Ren drove his ten-inch, pitch-black Rending Claws completely to the hilt inside the Citadel Apex's reinforced chest cavity. The twelve-hundred-pound, heavily mutated quadruped shrieked—a deafening, metallic sound that vibrated violently against the hundreds of glass containment tubes lining the frozen vault. The beast did not retreat from the horrific puncture wound. Its feral, starving brain lacked the capacity for self-preservation. It simply pushed harder.
The heavy, depleted-uranium tank plates bolted to the monster's shoulders slammed repeatedly against Ren's chest. The blunt-force trauma was immense.
