"Leave him to me, sis," Lyra said, her voice groggy but tinged with quiet determination. With a weak, shaky motion, she raised her arm and slowly pulled one of her handguns from Nyra's holster. "At least I can move this hand."
"Are you sure? You don't exactly look combat-ready," Nyra replied, doubt evident in her tone as she eyed her sister's trembling hand.
"Just... trust me, okay? I've got this," Lyra said, offering a small, tired smirk.
Nyra shrugged. "Fine, little sis. I'll leave it to you." Without another word, she broke into a full sprint, charging straight at the golem. The massive figure lurched into motion, its heavy footsteps echoing through the corridor as it barreled toward them.
The tension thickened as the distance between them closed rapidly. Lyra steadied her aim, her finger hovering over the trigger despite her weakened state.
