*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*
The icy ground kept trembling to the rhythm of the hammering, the snow and dislodged ice jumping up and down like dancers riding high letting loose at a rave, keeping the landing point of Hannah and her target obscured by an even thicker curtain than the mushroom itself.
But that didn't deter the pursuing aliens with slim, almost thin bodies, blue skin, and globulous dark eyes. They pierced through the dirty white haze, going straight down to see Hannah slamming watermelon-sized droplets of water down with repeated swings of her hands at the bottom of an ever-expanding, ever-expanding crater.
