Essenla pierced down again, and this time nearly struck Morne's hand.
"Agh!!!" Essenla growled in frustration. "I can't see a bloody thing!"
"Try again," Morne told her. "I can't hold it down fore-."
With a bloodcurdling screech, the mutant clamped down on Morne's wrists and opened its yawning mouth wide.
A thick, viscous globule of black sludge left its throat and exploded against Morne's helmeted face.
He reeled back as some of it got into the slits where his eyes were and consequently into his eyes. A searing sensation spread across his face like it had been pressed against a hot sheet of metal, blinding him and mixing with the disgusting smells assaulting his nose to make his mind completely blank.
The Runner screeched again and took this opportunity that it had created to shove Morne off, darting toward Essenla who had the gall to try to harm it.
