But they kept coming- and coming. Each wave more bloodthirsty than the previous ones. Monica's arms began to grow dangerously heavy- like her hands were suddenly too heavy for her. Her thundering explosions began grow weaker and weaker.
"Ni Yang!" she shrieked above the cataclysm of explosions and death; "Please tell me you have an actual plan here!"
She now acknowledged him.
"Keep going," he rasped under his breath; "You'll see the sign soon enough. . ."
Leaning to her sides, and with a despicable sneer all over her face, she trained her explosions into a kind of spread.
Evenly, she distributed the mini bombs within the semi-circle of her reach- protecting Nexus' back, as he did her own. But the strain began to tell on her. Her knees buckled. Her weak explosion failed to bomb a wolf completely, so its burning body came charging right at her through the smoke and debris.
"Ni Yang!" she shrieked as she ducked.
"I got you!" He spun around.
