Floor 14 welcomed them with resistance—just like the floors before—but it barely lasted more than a few seconds.
Shelly hurled a surge of force outward, the explosion of raw energy sending the chasing guards flying into the walls like ragdolls. The street cracked under her feet as the blast wave cleared the alley.
"For the last damn time—stay down!"
She shouted, exasperated.
The soldiers groaned in defeat, none of them eager to get up again.
Zerg chuckled beside her.
"You're getting cranky, Shelly."
She cracked her knuckles.
"No, I'm just tired of these mosquitoes biting at us every floor."
"Sounds like you could use a spar. Loosen those shoulders a bit. I promise I won't break too many of your bones."
Zerg offered with a smirk, clearly itching for a challenge.
Shelly narrowed her eyes.
"Please. Sparring with you is like jumping into a meat grinder and hoping to come out as a salad."
