Maethia ran and ran and ran. Her world had turned into a blur of windows passing her to either side as she tried to run as low as possible. Pings constantly updated in her helmet’s HUD and the amount of data she had to simply process was terrifying in and of itself, without a horde of husks behind and even ahead of them.<b><span style="color: purple"> “Fuck this ,Darion. We need to ha-“ </span></b>A hard impact jarred the air from her lungs before the Asari could even finish her sentence. She hit the floor hard, the armored shell of her heavy armor making a hellish clatter as she  struggled to regain her breath.<br/><br/>Her vision spun and her chest ached from the impact but thankfully adrenaline and sheer survival instinct gave her the edge she needed. Maethia’s vision clears when she shakes her head, letting out a little groan as she saw the husk coming out her with hands raised overhead, ready to bring them down on her in an almost hammer-like fashion. The commando manages to roll but the desiccated husk of the human manages to catch her shoulder as she tries to scurry to where her rifle lay. It was glancing but the  Husk’s blows were still powerful thanks to its augmetic muscle and synthetic muscle fiber. The blow sent her sprawling once more and her whole arm went numb with a little shout of pain.  She had no time to ponder what was broken or dislocated however, the thing was no doubt behind her and closing fast.<br/><br/>With a fury born of pain, adrenaline and willpower Maethia manages to take hold of her gun in her off-hand and flop onto her back with yet another loud clatter. The Asari’s armored finger depresses the trigger and she empties the thermal clip’s capacity in short. Most rounds go wide, blowing chuncks out of the pre-fab walls but three of them manage to hit the thing center mass and send it sprawling backwards  as a pile of much less malicious sparks and wires. Leaving herself little time to think, let alone reload the  rifle the command simply gets up on her knees and then to her feet, right arm clutched close to herself, trying to run towards her comrade once more.<b><span style="color: purple">“ Insistent little fuckers…” <br/>
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