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📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head .@dna-xenomorph
She could see the tide was trying to turn; knowing how poorly humans handled losing it was easy to predict they were about to take desperate measures against the two of them. Had Lenny not been familiar with this audacious lot already then perhaps she would have allowed the hybrid to continue her rampage - to seek her revenge.
But not everyone gets what they want. She hadn’t survived this long to watch someone hellbent on vengeance jeopardize the long game she had waiting.One could say they both had come too far to fall in the same building they had only just met in.
Surveying the room quickly Lenny decided this would be a fitting place for an ambush - which was good, it’s what she had hoped for from their enemies. Breath ragged from the bones they had broken routinely, from the drugs that weakened her awareness to try and keep the reality warper subdued; she cast the creature a glance of impatience. The good news is that Hex is anything but used to the things she could do. To this creature Lenny must look almost frail, especially in her current state. Onyx blood leaking from various points of her body - something she could have sealed up, had she not been planning on clearing the stage.
The moment Hex’s feet fall to a pause she’d find them stuck, wrapped in a hardened black material that gripped her tightly as it wound its way up her legs further. It’s a momentary distraction so the blonde can clothesline the creature abruptly, more to stun than anything else. Her hands move with experience; following the path of the creature’s arms until she found each wrist. More obsidian oozed out and around the captured limbs as she jerked them above Hex’s head, pinning them into place and pressing the substance into the cold tile flooring beneath them. Locking her arms similarly to how she did her legs - an uncomfortable position but one that wound keep Hex stationary until Lenny cleared away the majority of their foes.
She isn’t stupid enough to lean down low enough for the hybrid’s teeth to find her throat, but she still bows enough to catch her attention - ignoring the way her broken ribs shift uncomfortably.
“Stay. If you’re lucky you may find the one you hate most still alive when I’m through.” It’s a warning; her green eyes gleaming in the dim lighting as she pulled back and forced her body to rise again. As she walked away from the creature a dome from the excess ooze formed and hardened over her - an added measure of containment as the blonde moved away.
Her gaze lifted to the ceiling, watching it with interest before falling back to the door across the way. Souls... she could feel the energy of many rushing forth. With her hands raised she took in a deep and painful breath and got to work; destabilizing the ceiling above them all and further - she’d send this place crashing in upon itself without a second thought.The pain stabbed at her, focusing her onto the present reality of this shithole facility that had the audacity to believe it could hold her. Hold them. She’s hardly sentimental towards Hex but preserving a creature of such murderous intent was something she could bend her usual rules around. This wasn’t for Hex, this was about setting the board again - righting a wrong. Their wrong, their mistake.
It’s a rare moment when their enemies come rushing into the room, guns finding her quickly, that she has the barest hint of a sneer before her intent finds a breaking point - the ceiling bowing before shattering down upon the room below.She’ll watch their souls be snuffed out without any sort of glee, the last thing they would see is her face. Lenny hates it but some things are worth enduring to set a record straight.
