The silence that had formed between them was abruptly broken.
Scathach's hand, still resting against Strax's chest, simply... stopped. The symbols pulsing in her palm trembled, lost their glow, and for an instant the entire runic firmament supporting her wavered.
And it was in that instant that something impossible happened.
Strax's shattered body—broken bones, torn flesh, burned wings—regenerated in a black and green flash. The blood dripping onto the ground evaporated into burning smoke. New scales emerged from beneath his skin like sharp blades. Each breath ceased to be a groan of pain and became once again the roar of a full-blown predator.
Scathach's eyes widened. "What...?!"
But there was no time for questions.
Strax advanced.
