Setting his sights on the pests that had opened fire on him, Kai turned his back on Dominique.
"It's my turn now."
With a twist of his fingers, a spear formed midair, crafted entirely from blood. It shimmered under the dim arena like molten ruby.
Fwip!
Thunk!
The spear launched like a missile, impaling an AMC soldier mid-run. It drove through his chest and out of his back, pinning him to the concrete wall behind him with a brutal crunch. The Kevlar armour he wore did nothing to protect him, and he didn't even have a chance to scream before drawing his last breath.
"Hostile! He's extremely hostile! Fall back, now!"
Panic flared through the remaining squad. Trained elites or not, they weren't ready for a mutant that was seemingly unfazed by their advanced weaponry. There was only a handful of mutants that could tank their anti-mutant weaponry.
