"Coward..." She advanced, wincing as some of the bullets hit her injured arm, but soon enough, it had no feeling in it whatsoever, and ceased to bother her.<br/>The insolent coward fired, using the men to shield himself, and she felt the sting of more alkali, one in her stomach. It didn't go far, but it still broke the skin and made her lurch, freezing for a few precious seconds like stone.<br/>'Once, and no more...that was the rule, was it not?'<br/>She slashed at the humans, cursing them for their ridiculous machinery and the complete lack of skill by which they could kill.<br/>Two more wormed their way past her granite-like skin, and she gritted her teeth, pausing to pull them out where they were, half-lodged in her belly.<br/>She felt the old nostalgia of the Homefront creep up on her like bile in her throat, and she grinned as she slowly made her way closer, not bothering for the bullets, some of which still broke her defense.<br/>She felt a burning heat in her gut, not from the bullets, but something more frightening. She moved stiffly, and her blood, as it dripped from her wounds, was becoming thicker, more akin to sludge than blood. Her hearing returned, gradually, to her dismay.<br/>She pressed on and, having lost most mobility, resorted to using her scimitar as a bludgeoning object rather than a artfully crafted piece of steel.<br/>Oh, the Homefront, where the enemy had been scattered, and unable to hide behind each other. So much easier to pick off, one by one, until there was no one left. Human or demon.