Ahcehera's movements were sharp and precise, but her pale face betrayed the toll the battle was taking on her.
I need to survive!
She dodged an incoming swipe from a clawed Zerg, the air hissing as the attack narrowly missed her.
I can do this!
Pivoting swiftly, she slashed upward, the plasma-enhanced blade slicing cleanly through the creature's armored hide.
I will live!
Another Zerg lunged at her from the side, its maw wide open and dripping with acidic saliva.
Ahcehera twisted her body, narrowly avoiding its jaws, and brought the sword down in a powerful arc, severing its head from its body.
"Syverian, increase the pressure on the legs," she commanded, her voice strained but resolute.
Syverian quickly adjusted the suit's settings, enhancing the hydraulic pressure in her lower limbs.
