Arastia's voice flared with a ferocity and power as she struggled to contain the blindingly bright red energy that spewed from her body. She was at her strongest, having taken this operation at the peak of her cycle, and that meant that the power of her blood was much stronger than normal, causing it to be difficult to control when she wasn't used to using it that much.
Very few people could even come close to getting her to go that far.
RUMBLE!!!!!
She drowned the hapless black-furred homoarachnoid in the blood of her plasma.
The battle should have been over then and there.
And certainly, it would have been.
Had she not been interfered with then and there.
Her senses detected the ambush just a moment before it reached her.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
She barely managed to defend herself from the attack, redirecting her plasmic blood away from —oo—oo to protect herself from a very familiar attack.
An attack of blood.
