(Third Person).
In that agonizing moment, Meredith felt the surge before she saw it—the old power coiling under her skin, a heat that was not the lab's fire but something ancestral and furious.
It rushed through her limbs and centred in her chest, a tide that sharpened every sense. Her fear cleaved into a single, hard blade of purpose.
With a sound like a breaking tree, she moved. The five soldiers fell inward to the sweep of her sword—not as a bloody mess, but as one immaculate, devastating motion that left them disarmed and incapacitated within a breath.
She had not thought the strike through; it had come through her as inevitability. For a second, the corridor held only the hiss of breathing and the settling of dust.
Then, she turned and ran to the nearest cluster of warriors. Two lay motionless where they had fallen, bullets having found flesh before hands could reach them.
