Luthra's entire nervous system felt like it was on fire, each synapse screaming as the system's combat data overwrote years of muscle memory with a brutal, unforgiving efficiency.
'Fuck… this is so much worse than just getting hit.'
He could see Rebecca approaching, a small, fast-moving blur of pure, uncontrolled power, and her fist was aimed directly at his head. He tried to move, to get his good arm up to block, but his body would not respond, it was completely locked in a state of agonizing transformation.
[Integration at 99%. Catastrophic neural failure is imminent if the host loses consciousness.]
'I'm not going to lose consciousness, you stupid machine, I'm going to get my head turned into paste.'
