The planes of Eli's body shift, tectonic plates under a calm surface of skin. Her rumble is an earthquake, and her eloquence between the jagged ends of her teeth cool Venom's blood, like silt settling on the bottom of the ocean.
There's nothing to say to her apology. They can be sorry later, huddled in the comfortable dispassion of a helicopter ironically named.
She bounds forward through the trees, and strikes upon one of the ambling soldiers heading the chase. He's overconfident, drunk on a perceived victory, and doesn't expect the small shadow falling from the canopy to be anything but an animal caught in the crossfire. An unfortunate bird, perhaps.
It's only when he finds his gaze shifting backwards with his torso still faced front, that he realizes his neck's done a full 180. Eli's initial assault is uncompromising and unforgiving, eliciting a string of confused curses in several foreign tongues. The dissonant presence of such a small stature dispatching flesh from bone dulls an otherwise primordial 'fight' response— Venom takes advantage of their enemies' hesitation to pick away at the ranks, one by one, with bullets to skull.
One younger recruit gathers enough courage to lunge at Eli with his machete drawn, blade glinting orange-red in the fire that still rages on behind him.
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There's nothing to say to her apology. They can be sorry later, huddled in the comfortable dispassion of a helicopter ironically named.
She bounds forward through the trees, and strikes upon one of the ambling soldiers heading the chase. He's overconfident, drunk on a perceived victory, and doesn't expect the small shadow falling from the canopy to be anything but an animal caught in the crossfire. An unfortunate bird, perhaps.
It's only when he finds his gaze shifting backwards with his torso still faced front, that he realizes his neck's done a full 180. Eli's initial assault is uncompromising and unforgiving, eliciting a string of confused curses in several foreign tongues. The dissonant presence of such a small stature dispatching flesh from bone dulls an otherwise primordial 'fight' response— Venom takes advantage of their enemies' hesitation to pick away at the ranks, one by one, with bullets to skull.
One younger recruit gathers enough courage to lunge at Eli with his machete drawn, blade glinting orange-red in the fire that still rages on behind him.