The corridor behind them buckled from the force of Big Mama's charge.
"She's right behind us!" Jisoo shouted, leaping over a collapsed beam as Hanuel vaulted a broken table.
Joon didn't answer. He skidded to a stop near a service hall intersection, eyes scanning the flickering emergency lights. "We won't outrun her forever."
The wall behind them exploded.
Cleavers shot forward, one embedding itself into the tile inches from Joon's head. The other carved through metal pipes, hissing steam into the hallway like smoke from a furnace.
Big Mama stepped through the wreckage with a grin stretched wide across her face. Her apron fluttered behind her like a war banner. Sparks danced on her cleavers, and her boots crushed glass underfoot like crumbs.
"Told you not to leave the kitchen," she growled.
Hanuel spun his staff and sank into the shadow stretching beneath their feet. His voice echoed as he emerged behind her.
