The cold blades flew, gleaming with sharp light.
The sound of air being torn apart echoed like a torrential rain.
"Screaaam!"
The Avatar twisted her body violently.
Hundreds of daggers struck her tough carapace, bouncing off.
Only about 5% of the aimed daggers hit their target.
But it was enough.
Even 5% meant dozens of hits.
The daggers found their way into the gaps of the Avatar's exoskeleton.
Blades pierced through cartilage, tearing flesh apart.
Colorful fluids burst out everywhere.
It looked as if tubes of paint had been squeezed all at once.
The Avatar screamed in agony, thrashing around.
It hurt.
It was the first time she had felt such pain.
She had trusted her tough carapace too much.
Inside, she was too vulnerable.
She raised her antennae sharply.
To think she would suffer such agony.
After repaying this several times over, she would kill.
