Turning left, my eyes tracked the high-velocity shell which was released, watching it travel across the room and slam into the wall opposite.
The bullet tore into the wall, ripping out a large chunk of it, wood and dust exploding outward.
"Madam!!"
The voice came from opposite us, Giggs running into the room, gun raised, his face heavily covered in sweat.
I guess he finally escaped Martha.
It was scary how easily Martha could suppress the average mind.
Unlike me, who had to infiltrate the mind, her Ichor ruthlessly laid itself onto her target, and if they could not go past the monster she was, they became vulnerable to her games.
Taking my attention off Giggs, I turned back to the two women.
Denise had brought down her shotgun and, standing fearlessly less than four meters away, was looking the woman in the eye.
"Still think I'm weak? Or would you like to lose a leg?"
Now it wasn't just empty words.
