Merek instinctively stepped back, his boots scraping against the pavement. As a support-type, survival took precedence, charging in recklessly was a death sentence, especially against an enemy that had yet to fully reveal itself.
Clang!
Yuki's blade intercepted the blur, halting its advance mid-strike. But the impact was brutal. She was flung past Merek like a tossed doll, her body rolling and clattering across the ground in a storm of ringing metal.
Merek squinted ahead, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
The figure now stood still, its form pale and sickly, eyes a lifeless white that bore into him with inhuman focus. Its arms hung unnaturally low, but from the elbows down, they had morphed into blade-like extensions. Not held weapons, fused. Steel-grey, glistening, and honed to kill.
He didn't need a prompt. His instincts screamed it.
This wasn't just another mindless shambler. This was something else. A new breed.
A Type Two.
