Enyo felt the flex and grind of shifting metal in her legs as the precision thrusters slipped free from their housing in anticipation of the act. She wasn't here to kill, necessarily, she was here to cause havoc. Thrusters rose at her elbows, shoulders, and hips, and she spun on a heel as they fired in a turning sequence and ignited in full force. Sheer bliss poured over her as she approached speed, sliding through space like a ship's prow through the glassy surface of a calm sea. This was what it was all for, this moment, when her mind slipped free of the shackle of her flesh, to fully bloom. She could barely barely feel the husk of her body far behind as her consciousness expanded to fill the shell of her war-doll's neural-comm matrix. She was the war-doll. Enyo reborn. A goddess of war, with destruction lashed to her hands, and a wrathful song upon her lips.
