Not that it mattered really, but Raz could not help but take note that Gallan had told her good job. She didn't feel anything from it, or react in any way, but simply latched on to those words more than usual when someone spoke to her. Even though the scientists and doctors had often complimented her, it was another thing when someone whom she had not spent her entire life with says something like that. Her eyes glance over at the mech that appears through the blizzard flurries, and steps aside as told, allowing missiles to be launched at the steel door, blasting it open easily.<br/><br/>Slipping inside slightly ahead of Gallan and his mech, Raz looks around, taking note of the lack in extra boxes, but in their place large tanks. She could also pick up the heat signature of humans coming closer, not quite there yet, but they soon would be. Hearing Gallan ask her if she could help him, she says nothing. It had not been an order, yet she felt that would be the appropriate choice to follow.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"Yes, sir."</span>Replying blankly, she grips the handles to both swords tighter as the cause of the signatures of heat appeared; men holding sub-machine laser guns. Before focusing on the tanks, she allows Gallan to work on them, while she took care of the men. She runs straight towards them, head first, swords wielded and no trace of fear in her eyes. For a second the men hesitate, thinking she was crazy for taking them on head on, but that miniscule moment of hesitation was ultimately, in the end, the cause and big mistake of their downfall.<br/><br/>She jumps up in the air, and begins to spin rapidly, and like before in the testing area, liquid drips from around her. It  rains down on the men, splattering all over them, and like with the machines she had been tested on, it eats away at them in that unique way. Some even got on their skin, causing it to boil and rapidly mutate painfully, their screams echoing around the sound of gun fire and explosions.<br/><br/>Dropping down in the middle of them all, her spiked feet cleaving one of the men in the head as she landed, she swings out her swords, arms held out and spins once more, blades glowing eerily with the glow of death. Hacking and slashing, her weapons cut down several of the men, even slicing clean through the guns that they wielded. Her body moved as if it were currently doing a dance of death, dodging shots aimed at her, so that they end up hitting comrades, and those that did get to her were quickly absorbed by the whips upon her back, before being shot right back. Her antennae and tail also struck out, piercing necks and chests and skulls, injecting the liquid radiation within their core, killing instantly.<br/><br/>At one point, a bullet was aimed at her face, and she could not dodge in time, and it grazes her cheek, her eyes growing wide. The skin slices open, and instead of red blood coming out, it was green liquid, just like that which was in the containers on her back, and her swords in her hands. It drips down her skin, a droplet pausing on the edge of her chin, before dropping, hissing as it hit the floor. Her eyes were filled with fury, and her teeth were bared in extreme anger.<br/><br/>It was like a trigger. She quickly brings her hands together, the swords fusing together and changing appearance in an instant. One moment they were blades, the next it was a huge gun, much like a small cannon. Jumping backwards, the base glows as a ball of neon green forms, growing larger and larger, until with a scream of rage she shoots it, a huge blast coming from it. It flies to the men, and to a tank right behind them, which it hits, and explodes with a cloud of green and black smoke. But it did not stop there. It goes on to destroy two more before dissolving into nothing, the blast wave knocking her back, and since the men were too close, they were obliterated in to nothing but splatters of red on the floor, and bits of flesh everywhere, including all over the front of Raz, a bit flecked on her face.<br/><br/>The gun had returned to normal, and were once again swords. She breathes hard, and chances a glance towards Gallan. Had he seen that? If so...what had he thought?