Chase has fallen.
His armor was broken and he was barely alive
Sweetie giggled, finally killed nuisance.
Yellow light virus really gave power
Suddenly wall exploded and zuma entered, in the same armor only orange, she looked at Chase
She slowly tilted the visor sideways towards Sweetie, who suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of rage emanating from armor.
Sweetie felt a shiver down her spine, almost like an instinctive reaction that she was in danger.
This feeling turned out to be justified in the next second, when zuma uttered a scream like a Banshee, making the Sweetie cover her ears and windows cracking somewhere in the background.
DDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!
The fight lasted a long time
There was a new weapon in zuma's paws, and despite the intensity of the situation, Sweetie felt embarrassed.
Weapon itself was rather small compared to the one she had already used on it as it was only the size of a pistol and was easily able to wield it when zuma aimed it at sweetie.
Glancing at the design of gun, she noticed that it looked very futuristic, like the plasma rifle she had fired at her earlier, as it also shone bright blue.
Plasma rifle certainly injured and burned her when the zuma fired him, but it wasn't enough to bring serious damage.
Maybe the sustained fire could have hurt, but the five-second burst did nothing more than irritate.
her biomass was just too strong to be destroyed by something like this plasma rifle, and if that gun was something similar, it didn't foresee any problem ...
She was momentarily blinded as a continuous beam of flaming blue light fired from the weapon.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she barely had time to curse the momentary loss of vision before feeling the tearing agony tear at her chest.
A spider web of pain was spreading from her chest, and Sweetie screamed and crossed her paws in front of her to help shield herself from the beam.
Whatever the weapon was, it was powerful.
In addition to the intense heat that burned her biomass much faster than plasma weapons, she felt something more, and it was much stronger than the heat from beam.
As she fought force, her mind registered that whatever the weapon was, it wasn't just firing an overheated laser beam.
She was doing something else to her ...
Beam attacked the virus inside it, killing cells in each level.
She felt it.
Her DNA was collapsing, and the fear only increased as she saw the biomass begin to melt from her.
Small lumps of "skin" started to run down her paws.
Her stomach clenched as she realized this
Radiation.
It was killing her.
This weapon fired radiation as well as laser.
this radiation destroyed the DNA of the virus, her DNA.
annihilated.
Virus was vulnerable, and she realized that if she was to come out of it alive, she had to act now.
With a furious scream, she straightened her paws and forced her biomass to shoot forward in a concentrated blast.
Her debilitating body complied with only a Herculean amount of exertion, and hardened tentacles popped out of her skin and pierced beam with devastating speed.
Radiation burned up some of the biomass, but Sweetie screamed and pressed harder.
After what seemed like an eternity, there was a loud roar in the room, and the bright light suddenly faded out as the beam faded out.
Almost falling to the ground as pain subsided somewhat, Sweetie noticed that although beam was gone, there was still some residual radiation inside.
Remembering something she had learned in her biology class, she wanted her outer skin to harden and turn into thick armor.
Almost miraculously, the pain subsided considerably, and the armor offered some protection against the effects of the surrounding radiation.
Her body almost refused to obey.
She was sending signals to her muscles to move, but the connection seemed weak.
Even delayed.
This radiation attacked virus at every level possible and had it not stopped the beam at the last second ...
she even hesitated to think about how long she would last.
Looking at the place where zuma was, she saw no trace of it.
Surely the concentrated attack of the mustache tore her to shreds, right?
she certainly couldn't be that tough ...
A pile of rubble shot up from the other side of the room, and Sweetie stared in disbelief at the emerging zume, almost unscathed.
Almost…
Orange armor she was wearing finally gave way as numerous dents and scratches appeared on her chest and paws.
Moreover, some of the trim has been removed giving the armor a well-used look.
And the viewfinder… it was cracked.
When zuma looked at her again, she was able to see that one long slit ran from the top to the bottom of the visor, imparting a visible blemish to the once unpolluted surface.
crack was slightly off center, looking as if it was directly above one of the eyes.
Despite being able to withstand one of her strongest attacks, Sweetie should feel good to see that she is taking such injuries.
If she was bleeding, she could have killed her.
She should be enlivened by seeing that her opponent is weakened.
So why did she feel that she had just made a HUGE mistake?
Paws tightened at the sides again, and sweetie narrowed her eyes as Zuma slowly reached behind her, probably for another weapon.
If she had chosen to fire the radiation pistol again, she could at least defend herself now, since her armor shielded against the radiation and it would have been enough for her to deliver another blow if she needed to.
Despite the lethargy in her body, she could still at least move.
Even though she couldn't transform that easily now, she still had her armor, which was strong enough to withstand tank shells, missile blasts, firearms, almost anything.
And unlike hers, it wasn't damaged.
Question was who would be first?
Zuma withdrew her paw and Sweetie frowned again, confused, staring at what seemed to be a red ball of burning energy clamped tightly in her paw.
It looked like a paw-sized fireball in a zuma glove, and before she could speculate any further, zuma completely crushed the ball.
Despite the eerie temperatures, it suddenly felt as if it were still hot as red flaming energy flowed through the zuma's armor until it was completely covered in it.
Sweetie became incredibly aware that this new warmth was emanating from the zuma itself.
heat was not only intense, it was strong, as if a strong wind was pushing her backwards.
Despite the heat, Sweetie shivered.
Everything was still for a moment, then zuma took off, charging at her at a speed that was almost too fast to keep up.
There were no weapons in her paws, but that didn't make her any less intimidating as Sweetie's eyes widened in shock.
There was no time to react before zuma was on top of her, and the next thing Sweetie noticed was the groan of her armor as the zuma hit her with enough force to shatter a few feet of concrete.
Armor withstood the blow, but only thanks to the enormous weight of its biomass, she did not break through the opposite wall.
Instead, she slipped a few yards back and only had time to shake herself off before zuma was over her again.
she threw her paw forward, striking her own punch to intercept it, but zuma deflected it as if it were an insect and struck a blow just below Sweetie's chin.
Sweetie stumbled back under the sheer force of the blow and groaned as Zuma lunged at her again.
How did she suddenly become so overwhelmingly strong? What, red ball to do with her?
- Shit ! she thought, fighting to defend herself against the barrage of blows that came.
Had she been fully energized, she might have been able to defend herself against this sudden, zuma-like power, but the radioactive beam had hurt her more than she had previously believed.
She needed time to lick herself, to recover, but Zuma clearly wasn't going to give her that.
she managed to successfully dodge some of the blindingly swift blows she delivered, but more and more blows fell on her armor, and she felt the blows destroy her faster than anything else before.
She had to try something.
she quickly made a decision and was about to make her move, when zuma suddenly threw her paws out from under her, heavily knocking her to the floor.
She started to run away immediately, but zuma was too quick.
Sitting on her, zuma began to inflict blows, this time leaving no room to dodge as the blows hit her like a shower of meteorites.
Each hit was like an earthquake in her body, and she groaned in pain as the blows echoed through her body.
She heard a loud crack and became frighteningly aware that her armor had been tampered with.
She tried to rebuild it, but zuma had other plans.
Grasping her neck and holding her on the floor, she extended her other paw and grasped the "face plate" of the chitinous armor.
she grasped both of Zuma's wrists and tried to pry them open, but Zuma's intense grip held her like a vise.
Slowly, she began to crush the plate with her fingers and saw a cobweb of cracks appear on her faceplate as the chitin gave way under the force of the grip.
The cracks spread farther and farther, more light poured into her helmet until the faceplate finally cracked, again exposing her to zuma and radiation.
she was desperately trying to do something… anything… but her body wouldn't listen.
The virus inside her was unresponsive, and all she could do was watch helplessly as Zuma clenched her paw into a tightly clenched fist while the other still held her neck on the floor.
This was it.
Only now did she realize that she was going to die here.
The blow alone would, of course, kill her, since she would not have been able to survive if her head had fallen off, Zuma undoubtedly realized that.
And with a blow like the ones she had delivered so far, there was no question that she would have done enough damage.
Finally came the punishment for sins.
She thought she had anticipated every possible eventuality and had found a way out of it, but who could have foreseen it?
This… Rage.
Whatever, it didn't matter now.
Not in a few seconds, anyway
last thing she saw in her life was Zuma's fist falling.
Zuma picked up Chase from the hospital and began to go home.
- What happened to Sweetie? He asked.
Zuma just smiled.