Lavla's fingers twitched, and her needles fired.
They blurred — a storm of whistling red death.
Iris dove straight through them.
The front row melted instantly against her aura. A few grazed her skin, slicing shallow lines that hissed shut under her heat.
Lavla's lips parted, fear eating at her.
But she felt it would be more embarrassing to give up than to be defeated, so she stayed.
Because of Pride.
She forced all the blood she could control around her to quickly rush to the broken giant. She reformed it, but it was smaller now.
Iris burrowed into it without wasting a second.
A trail of blistering flame carved into the construct's torso as she tore deeper, ripping out structural veins of blood like molten cables. The giant lurched, cracking at the seams.
Lavla panicked.
She shoved both palms forward, forcing more blood from her own body. Thick, rope-like tendrils surged into the giant, desperately trying to reinforce it.
It wasn't enough.
