Elara didn't waste a second. She knew this fight was far from over.
With her free hand, she pressed the emergency distress beacon on her wrist communicator and sent a direct signal to Lawrence.
"Zerg... level unknown... high regeneration... human mimicry. Possible mutation. Need immediate extraction."
The transmission barely sent before the creature lurched back up, its spine cracking as it twisted unnaturally.
Its hollow black eyes locked onto her, a cruel, almost amused expression spreading across its distorted face.
"You're quick," it hissed, rolling its neck as if testing its movement. The deep gash from her energy chain was still visible, but it was healing.
Too fast.
Elara clenched her fists. She was a skilled fighter, but this thing wasn't just any zerg. It adapted.
Plasma weapons were useless, and even breaking its neck didn't stop it. If she had more powerful explosives, she could incinerate it completely, but she wasn't carrying any.
