The battlefield was a ruin, much more than when we started this battle, luckily I confirmed earlier that the ill gotten wetware were still untouched inside of a warehouse that was far from here but even if they got destroyed it wouldn't matter as that was an acceptable outcome to letting them fall into enemy hands, not that I had much time to worry about that now.
*Crack!* *SZZZZT!*
Smoke and embers choked the air, and the once-sturdy structures of the anchorage lay in shattered heaps. The scent of blood and burnt metal hung thick, a grim testament to the carnage that had unfolded.
And at the center of it all, the thing that was once Cynthia stood snarling with rabid fury.
"GRAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
