A few more men were dispatched before they arrived at a door that was considerably larger than the rest in the building, or at least what they had seen so far. Glancing towards Gallan, and nodding when motioned for her to stand to the side while he took care of the door, Raz does as she was told. Giving the soldier some distance, so he could do his thing. From what she had seen with her vision, their target was indeed inside, his signature makeup being much different from any of the other men whom they had faced off against so far.<br/><br/>When the door had opened, not making a sound as it did, Raz stayed put, not following inside when Gallan rushed in. Just a glance told her that it was a trap, from the darkness to the quiet, and just as that thought process was making its way through her brain, she heard the clash of a body hitting a wall. The man they were here for spoke, saying that it was a mistake coming here. After that, the sound of a weapon being fired was heard. But apparently it didn't do very much damage, due to the male's changes in his DNA.<br/><br/>Raz heard the command to engage, and she did just that. Weapons wielded in her hands, she runs inside. El Chapo's back was to her, which was in short...a big mistake. He was just about to turn around when her antennae strike out, both needles taking aim and sinking in to either shoulder. However, this time around it does not automatically kill her target, she rationalizes the liquid death, making it so that it only stunned the man, freezing him in his tracks as he cringes from the sensation of it going through his veins.<br/><br/>Slipping in front of him, she knocks him back quite easily with a kick, but he stays up right. Raz stood right next Gallan, hands clenching her swords. For a moment, she just stayed there, not doing anything, until she spoke up, eyes focused on El Chapo, but her words directed towards Gallan.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"Please provide cover for me. I will finish him off."</span>She wanted to make this man suffer for what his subordinates did to her face. The cut remained on her skin, but it was no longer oozing green liquid. The wound was about two and a half inches long, and was located at an angle just beneath her right eye. It didn't hurt, it was not a hindrance, it wasn't anything at all. Just the fact that she had gotten hurt, even once, had been enough to trigger that emotion of anger within her, and she wanted to make every and all men who were in that building to pay for their deeds. Especially the big man who commanded the others.<br/><br/>Rushing forward, just as the man recovered, she attacks. He tries to hit at her, but she easily dodges. The good thing about being smaller than your opponent? You're more evasive. El Chapo might have been a quick fellow for his size, but Raz was even quicker. She slices out at the man's leg, a thin slice, not enough to do major damage, but definitely enough to make him bleed, and a miniscule amount of green enters the wound. She spins back, as he attempts a counter attack, moves around and slices the back of his calf.<br/><br/>The whole process continues for a while, cut, dodge, repeat. She strikes his calves, knees, thighs, back, arms, chest and stomach, even areas around his neck. Slashes all over his body, blood dripping to the floor. She wasn't giving her all, no she was playing with her prey. Making him suffer. She could see, even despite his own bodily modifications, that he was in pain. Raz could read that unease and hurt by the look in his eyes as he tries to attack her. He knew that he was going to die. The big bad El Chapo was no nothing but a simple man filled with the fear that his end was near, and that death was just around the corner, waiting for him.<br/><br/>At one point she even gave his face a little cut similar to her own, making him hiss as it stung. Not only while she'd been cutting at him, her 'tail' and antennae had also been stinging him repetitively, shocking him in to freezing, but not killing him. Letting it continue a little longer, she then calls back to Gallan.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"Do I kill him now?"</span>She asks, her voice emotionless, or at least...almost. There was a hint of longing to do the deed, to just end this man, to create a corpse, render him into nothing more than a heaping pile of dead flesh. But she wasn't going to be too quick about it. She wanted him to suffer. But of course, that wasn't really up to her. If Gallan told her to kill him, she would.